Feed Me (Git It) Songtext
von Lee Wilkof & Ron Taylor

Sudden changes surround me
Lady luck came and found me
Thanks a million for makin′ the magic you do

Thanks to you, sweet Petunia
Mushnik's taken a junior
And someday, when I own this whole shop
I′ll remember I owe it to you

Who cares if I've been a little on the anemic side these last few weeks?
So what if I've had a few dizzy spells, a little light-headedness
It′s been worth it, old pal
Twoey, I′m a little hungry
I'ma go down to Schmendick′s and get a bite to eat
I'll see ya later


Feed me
I beg your pardon?
Feed me
Twoey, Twoey, you, you talk!
You open your trap, your thing, and you say
Feed me Krelborn, feed me now!
I′ll run down to the corner and pick you some nice chopped sirloin
Must be blood!
Twoey, that's disgusting
Must be fresh!
I don′t wanna hear this

Feed me!
Does it have to be human?
Feed me!
Does it have to be mine?
Feed me!
Where am I s'posed to get it?

Feed me, Seymour
Feed me all night long
That's right, boy!
You can do it
Feed me, Seymour
Feed me all night long

′Cause if you feed me, Seymour
I can grow up
Big and strong

You eat blood, Audrey II
Let′s face it, how am I s'posed to keep on feeding you, kill people?
I′ll make it worth your while


Look, you're a plant, an inanimate object
Does this look inanimate to you, punk?
If I can talk and I can move, who′s to say I can't do anything I want?

Like what?
Like deliver, pal!
Like see you get everything your secret, greasy heart desires

Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest shot on Jack Parr?
How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?
You′re gonna git it

Mm, would you like to be a big wheel?
Dining out for every meal
I'm the plant to make it all real
You're gonna git it

I′m your genie
I′m your friend
I'm your willing slave
Take a chance, just feed me and
You know the kinda eats
The kinda red hot treats
The kinda sticky, licky sweets I crave

Come on, Seymour, don′t be a putz!
Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's
Show a little initiative, work up some guts!
And you′ll git it

I don't know
(Come on, boy!)
I don′t know
(Lighten up)
I have so (Tell to the Marines)
So many strong
Reservations (Cut the crap, and bring on the meat!)
Should I go (My, my, my)
And perform (Uh huh)
Mutilations?

Now, let me see here, mm

Think about a room at the Ritz
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz
A little nookie gonna clean up your zits
And you'll git it

Gee, I'd like a Harley machine (Now you′re talkin′!)
Tooling around like I was James Dean (Yeah)
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green!
Go git it

Mm, if you wanna be profound
If you really gotta justify!
Take a breath and look around
A lotta folks deserve to die

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!
That′s not a very nice thing to say
I don't anyone who deserves to get chopped up and fed to a hungry plant

Mmmm... sure you do

Stupid woman!
Christ, what a freakin′ scatterbrain!
(I'm sorry Doctor, I′m sorry Doctor!)
Now get the hell in there and pick up the goddamn sweater, you ditzy cow!
(Yes Doct-, Oh!)

Mhmm

If you want a rationale
It isn't very hard to see
Stop and think it over, pal
The guy sure looks like plant food to me
The guy sure looks like plant food to me
The guy sure looks like plant food to me

Ow, he's so nasty treating her rough
Smacking her around and always talkin′ so tough
You eat blood and he′s got more than enough
I eat blood and he's got more than enough
You eat blood and he′s got more than enough
So go git it!