Little Shop of HorrorsNow (It’s Just the Gas)Howard AshmanAlan MenkenDavid GeffenCameron Mackintosh1982broadwaymusicalpopsoundtrackTranscription errors in the source have been corrected
without comment. The lyrics vary across performances; these match those of the original
Broadway cast recording.Oh boy, Seymour, the things we’re gonna do to your mouthThis is gonna be a pleasureI’m gonna want some nitrous oxide for this oneIn fact, I’m gonna use my special gas maskHold on, I’ll be with you in a momentNow, do it nowWhile he’s gassing himself to a palpable stuporThe timing’s ideal and the moment is superTo ready and fire and blow the sick bastard awayNow, do it nowJust a flicker of pressure right here on the triggerAnd Audrey won’t have to put up with that pig for another dayNow, for the girlNow, for the plantNow, yes, I willBut I can’tYessery-bob, I’m really flyin’I’ll just take this mask off now and-Hey, it’s stuckThe mask it’s stuckHelp me get it off, will ya?Don’t be fooled if I should giggleLike a sappy, happy dopeIt’s just the gas, it’s got me highBut don’t let that fact deceive youAny moment I could dieThough I giggle and I chortleBear in mind I’m not immortalWhy this whole thing strikes me funny I don’t know’Cause it really is a rotten way to goWhat we have here is an ethical dilemma’Less I help him get the mask removedHe doesn’t have a prayerTrue the gun was never firedBut the way events transpiredI could finish him with simple laissez-faireDon’t be fooled if I should chuckleLike hyenas in a zooIt’s just the gas, it turns me onBut don’t let my mirth deceive youAny moment I’ll be goneAll my vital signs are failing’Cause the oxide I’m inhalingMakes it difficult as hell to catch my breathAre you dumb or hard of hearing?Or relieved my end is nearing?Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to …Death