Git It (Feed Me!)

Feed me (does it have to be human?)
Feed me (does it have to be mine?)
Feed me (where am I supposed to get it?)

Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long
Mmm, that's right, boy, you can do it
Feed me, Seymour, feed me all night long
Ee-he-he, ah-ha-haw
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour
I can grow big and strong

Look, you eat blood, Audrey II
Let's face it, how am I supposed 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, your little pal
Like you get everything in your secret, greasy heart desires

Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest shot on Jack Paar?
How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?
You're gonna get it
No, thanks, Two-ey, nice of you to offer, but no

Would you like to be a big wheel?
Dinin' out for every meal
I'm the plant to make it all real
You're gonna get it, mm

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 kind of 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 get it

I don't know, I don't know (come on, boy)
I have so, so many strong reservations (my, my, my, tell it to the Marines)
Should I go and perform mutilations? (Uh-huh)

Eh, he-he-he, he-he, let me see now, hmm?
Think about a room at the Ritz
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz
A little nookie gonna clean up your zits
And you'll get it

Gee, I'd like a Harley machine (now you're cookin', boy)
Drive it around like I was James Dean (mmm, yeah)
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

So, go get it
If you wanna be profound
And you really gotta justify
Take a breath and look around
A lot of folks deserve to die

What? Wait a minute, wait a minute
That's not a very nice thing to say, Audrey II
I don't know anybody who deserves to get chopped up
And fed to a hungry plant
(Hmm, sure ya do)

Christ, woman, what a friggin' scatterbrain
I'm sorry, doctor, I'm sorry, doctor
Now get the Hell in there and pick up that goddamn jacket, you dizzy cow (mm)
Move it, you little slut (mm)

If you want a 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

He's so nasty, treatin' her rough
Smackin' her around and always talkin' so tough
You need blood and he's got more than enough
I need blood and he's got more than enough
You-I need blood, and he's got more than enough

So, go get it