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          |  | THRILLER (Rod Temperton)
 
 It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
 Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
 You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
 You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
 You're paralyzed
 
 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
 And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike
 You know it's thriller, thriller night
 You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
 
 You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
 You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sunThriller
 You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
 But all the while you hear the creature creepin' up behind
 You're out of time
 
 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
 There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
 You know it's thriller, thriller night
 You're fighting to survive inside a killer, thriller tonight
 
 Night creatures call
 And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
 There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
 (They're open wide)
 This is the end of your life
 
 They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
 They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
 Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
 All thru the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
 I'll make you see
 
 That this is thriller, thriller night
 'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
 Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
 So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
 Thriller here tonight
 
 (Rap performed by Vincent Price)
 Darkness falls across the land
 The midnite hour is close at hand
 Creatures crawl in search of blood
 To terrorize y'awl's neighbourhood
 And whosoever shall be found
 Without the soul for getting down
 Must stand and face the hounds of hell
 And rot inside a corpse's shell
 The foulest stench is in the air
 The funk of forty thousand years
 And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
 Are closing in to seal your doom
 And though you fight to stay alive
 Your body starts to shiver
 For no mere mortal can resist
 The evil of the thriller
 Can you dig it?!!!
 
 (into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)
 
 
 Featuring: Rap by Vincent Price
 Greg Phillinganes, Rod Temperton and Brian Banks: Synthesizer
 Anthony Marinelli: Synthesizer programming
 David Williams: Guitar
 Jerry Hey: Trumpet, Flügelhorn
 Gary Grant: Trumpet, Flügelhorn
 Larry Williams: Sax, Flute
 Bill Reichenbach: Trombone
 
 Vocal, Rhythm and Synthesizer arrangement by Rod Temperton
 Horn arrangement by Jerry Hey
 Effects by Bruce Cannon and Bruce Swedien
 
 (c) 1982 Rodsongs (PRS), administered by Almo Music Corp.(ASCAP) in the U.S. and Canada. In the remaining territories by Rondor Music (London) Ltd.(PRS)
 All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
 
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