Μια ακόμα εξαιρετική πρόταση του stcigar: ένα τραγούδι από το soundtrack του Little Shop Of Horrors [Howard Ashman, Alan Menken]. Με τη φωνή του “Θεού”, lead singer των Four Tops.
Another fine proposal from stcigar : A song from Little Shop Of Horrors’ original soundtrack [Howard Ashman, Alan Menken]. Sung by the voice of “God”, lead singer of Four Tops.

ΥΓ. Το αφιέρωμά μου στον Levi Stubbs και τους Four Tops, εδώ. / PS. My tribute to Levi Stubbs & the Four Tops, here.

… Better wait a minute
Ya better hold the phone
Better mind your manners
Better change your tone
Don’t you threaten me, son
Ya gotta lot of gall
We gonna do things my way
Or we won’t do things at all
… Ya don’t know what you’re messin’ with.
You got no idea
You don’t know what you’re lookin’ at
When you’re lookin’ here
Ya don’t know what you’re up against,
No, no way, no how
You don’t know what you’re messin’ with,
But I’m gonna tell you now!
… Get this straight!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space and I’m bad
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And it looks like you been had
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back ‘n get out my face,
‘Cause I’m mean and green and I am bad
… Wanna save your skin, boy?
You wanna save your hide?
You wanna see tomorrow?
You better step aside
Better take a tip, boy
Want some good advice?
You better take it easy,
‘Cause you’re walkin’ on thin ice
… Ya don’t know what you’re dealin’ with
No, you never did
Ya don’t know what you’re lookin’ at,
But that’s tough titty, kid!
The lion don’t sleep tonight,
And if you pull his tail, he roars
Ya say, “That ain’t fair?” Ya say, “That ain’t nice?”
Ya know what I say?
“Up yours!”
… Watch me now!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space and I’m bad.
I’m just a mean green mother, a real disgrace,
And you’ve got me fightin’ mad
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
Gonna trash your ass,
Gonna rock this place,
‘Cause I’m mean and green and I am bad
… Don’t you talk to me about old King Kong
You think he’s the worst, well, you’re thinkin’ wrong
Don’t talk to me about Frankenstein
He got a temper, ha! He ain’t got mine
… You know I don’t come from no black lagoon
I’m from past the stars and beyond the moon
You can keep The Thing, keep The It,
Keep The Creature, they don’t mean shit
… I got one style, major moves
I got the stuff and I think that proves
You better move it out
Nature calls
You got the point?
I’m gonna bust your balls
… Here it comes!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space and I’m bad
I’m just a mean green mother, a real hard case
You can’t beat this trouble, man
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So just beam him up
It’s all over, ace
I’m mean and green
… Mean green mother from outer space
… I’m mean and green
… Mean green mother from outer space
… I’m mean and green
… Mean green mother from outer space
Mean green mother from outer space
… And I. Am. Bad!
Ah, ah, ah, ah