Michael Jackson - Thriller

Creatures crawl in search of blood

There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time

I'm gonna thrill you tonight

You hear the door slam

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

Your body starts to shiver

The funk of forty thousand years

This is the end of your life

To terrorize y'alls neighborhood

You hear a creature creepin' up behind

And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air

And though you fight to stay alive

And realize there's nowhere left to run

Than any ghoul would ever dare try

The midnight hour is close at hand

Against the thing with the forty eyes, girl

Unless you change that number on your dial

'Cause this is thriller

Darkness falls across the land

There ain't no second chance

Thriller at night

You start to freeze

(Killer, diller, chiller)

From the beast about to strike