(sung to the tune of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson)


Performed by: Red Death (rap performed by Peter Karrie)


It's close to midnight - a spendid party's starting this new Act

Under the limelight you see a sight that stops you in your tracks

You try to flee, your panic just sets off a big commotion

You start to freeze, your vision blurs in terror at the sight

of blood-red tights


But why so silent, good messieurs?

It cannot be because you thought I'd left you all for good?

And have you missed me, good messieurs?

Well bitch I'm back for more and this time my will won't be denied (yeah)


You hear the door slam (secure!) and find in this big red portfolio

a score by my hand, instructions that you'll put on my new show

You'll close your minds and claim that it's just self-insert fan fiction

You must comply; there's more out there that you should really fear

than a chandelier


'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And no one's gonna save you from the Phantom's deadly spite, no

Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night

You're fighting for your life against a killer, messieur, tonight


Six months of peace

and the patrons all come to the masquerade

You can't ignore the demands of the Phantom this time

(no not this time)

This is the end of the line (ooh!)


I'm out to get you, my plans are closing in from every side

I will possess you, and make you drop that Vicomte from your life

Your chains are mine, and you will sing for me now and forever (yeah)

All through the night, just be with me, I'll show you what I mean

I'll make you scream


'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

And theres is no escaping from the ghost with golden eyes, girl

Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller (ow!), chiller (ow!)

thriller here tonight


'Cause this is thriller, thriller night

Girl, I can thrill you more than Vicomte could ever dare try

Thriller (hoo-hoo), thriller night

So let me hold you tight and share a killer, thriller, ow!


I'm gonna thrill tonight...



Darkness falls across the stage

The poor gendarmes are in a rage

But who shall have the last hurrah?

The Phantom of the Opera

And whosoever does not do

all that the Phantom asks of you

must do so as a last resort

I'd hate to cut the prisoner short


The foulest stench is in the air

'tis Raoul's fine horses over there

And warring ducks from every lake

are closing in to seal your fate

And you may turn and glance behind

from fears you dare not fathom

But no mere mortal can resist

the evil of the Phantom


[into maniacal Phantom laugh, in deep echo]