Intro:

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Verse 1:

D7 It's close to midnight and a7 something evil's lurking in the dark
D7 Under the moonlight you a7 see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to D7scream but terror takes the sound before you a7 make it
You start to D7freeze as horror looks you right between the a7 eyes,
F7+ You're para-e lyzed

Chorus 1:

'Cause this is a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
And D7no one's gonna save you from the d7 beast about strike
You know it's a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
You're D7fighting for your life inside a F7killer, D7thriller F/Gto- a7 night

Verse 2:

D7 You hear the door slam and a7 realize there's nowhere left to run
D7 You feel the cold hand and a7 wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close yD7our eyes and hope that this is just ima7 agi-nation
But all the D7while you hear the creature creepin' up be-a7 hind
F7+ You're out of e time

Chorus 2:

'Cause this is a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
And D7no one's gonna save you from the d7 beast about strike
You know it's a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
You're D7fighting for your life inside a F7killer, D7thriller F/Gto- a7 nightC 

Bridge:

D7 Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their F9+ masqueradeG 
a7 C/G Em7-5
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time
F7+ This is the end of your E7sus4life     E7  

Verse 3:

D7 They're out to get you, there's da7 emons closing in on every side
D7 They will possess you un-a7 less you change the number on your dial
Now is the D7time for you and I to cuddle close to-a7 gether
All thru the D7night I'll save you from the terror on the a7 screen,
F7+ I'll make you e see

Chorus 3:

That this is a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
'cause D7I can thrill you more than any d7 ghost would dare to try
 Girl, this is a thril-Cler, Dthril-ler a7 night
So D7let me hold you tight and share a F7killer, D7diller, F/Gchila7 ler  C 
Thriller here tonight

Rap:

(Ad-lib: a F/A G/A D/A)

(Rap by Vincent Price)

Darkness falls across the land
The midnite 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