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, 
Your paralized 
'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 Sun 
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, girl 
ooh ooh 
You're Fighting For Your Life 
Inside Of 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 
This Is The End Of Your Life, ooh! 
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 
Ooh Ooh 
So Let Me Hold You Tight 
And Share A Killer, Diller, Chiller 

Thriller Here Tonight 
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 


* 
Darkness Falls 
Across The Land 

The Midnight 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 
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