Feed Me (Git It)

Feed me Feed me Feed me Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long That's right, boy! You can do it! Feed me, Seymour Feed me all night long, ha-ha 'Cause if you feed me, Seymour I can grow up big and strong Would you like a Cadillac car? Or a guest spot on Jack Paar? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr? You're gonna git it, if you want it, baby How would you like to be a big wheel? Dining out for every meal? I'm the plant that can make it all real You're gonna git it Hey, I'm your genie I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave Take a chance, feed me and You know the kinda eats, the kinda red-hot treats The kinda sticky-licky sweets I crave, oh C'mon Seymour, don't be a putz! Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's Show some initiative boy, work up some guts And you'll git it I don't know I don't know I have so, so many strong reservations Should I go and perform mutilations? Think about a room at The Ritz Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz A little nookie gonna clean up those zits And you'll git it (you're gonna git it), uh-huh Gee, I'd like a Harley machine (Now you're cookin'!) Toolin' around like I was James Dean (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Making all the guys on the corner turn green So go git it! Woo-woo-woo If you wanna be profound If you really gotta justify Take a breath and look around A lotta folks deserve to die! Stupid woman! Christ, what a friggin' scatterbrain (I'm sorry, doctor!) Falls off the motorcycle If you wanna rationale It isn't very hard to see, no, no, no 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, oh-oh He's so nasty, treating her rough Smackin' her around and always talking so tough You need blood and he's got more than enough I need blood and he's got more than enough You need blood and he's got more than enough (I need blood and he's got more than enough) So go git it!