The Funk of Forty Thousand Years

It’s almost Halloween!

To celebrate, here are the lyrics to Michael Jackson’s Thriller, an 80s favorite that rears its ugly head this time of year. Really, what could possibly be scarier than the 80s?:

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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 to 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 sun

You close your eyes

and hope that this is just imagination

But all the while

you hear a creature creepin’ up behind

You’re out of time

‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night

There ain’t no second chance

to kill the thing with forty eyes

You know it’s thriller, thriller night

You’re fighting for your life 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 through the night

I’ll save you from the terrors on the screen,

I’ll make you see

That it’s a thriller, thriller night

‘Cause I can thrill you more

than any ghoul could ever dare to try

Girl, this is thriller, thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller,

chiller, thriller here tonight…

****

(start Vincent Price segment)

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize your neighborhood

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 grisly 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.

And here’s a bonus blast from the past:

[YouTube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8]

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