Michael Jackson – Thriller Ukulele Chords

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;
You’re paralyzed.

‘Cause this is; Thriller, Thriller Night;
And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about to 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 realise 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 creeping up behind;
You’re out of time.

‘Cause this is; Thriller, Thriller Night;
There ain’t no second chance to kill the thing with forty eyes, girl.
Thriller, Thriller Night;
You’re fighting for your life, inside a killer,Thriller, tonight.

Night creatures call and the dead start to walk in their masquerade.
There’s no escaping the jaws of the alien, this time;
This is the end of your life.

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 through 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 try.
Thriller, Thriller Night;
So let me hold you tight, and share a killer,
Diller, chiller, Thriller here tonight.

That this is; Thriller, Thriller Night;
‘Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare try.
Thriller, Thriller Night;
So let me hold you tight, and share a killer, thriller, ow!

I’m gonna thrill you tonight.
Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand.
Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorise your 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