Lyrics Feed Me (Git It!) - Soundtrack/Cast Album

Sudden changes surround me
Lady luck came and found me
Thanks a million for making 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

Ah, Twoey. Who cares if I've been a little on the anemic side these past few weeks?
So what if I've had a few dizzy spells, a little light-headedness?
It's been worth it, old pal
Look, I'm gonna run down to Shemdrick's and get something to eat. I'll see you later.
Oh boy, here we go again! Twoey, I haven't got much left.
Look, just let me heal a few more days, okay? Then we'll start on the left hand again.
(Feed me.)
I beg your pardon?
(Feed me.)
Twoey, you talked! You opened up your trap, your thing, you said.
(Feed me, Krelborn. Feed me now!)
I can't! (I'm starving!)
Oh boy. Look, maybe I can squeeze a little out of this one but.
(I need some food! More, more!)
But there isn't any more! What do you want me to do, slit my wrists?
Look, how 'bout I run down to the corner and pick you up some nice chop 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 supposed 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, ahaha!
'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 supposed to keep feeding you, kill people?)
I'll make it worth your while. (What?)
You think this is all a coincidence, baby?
The sudden success around here? Your adoption papers?
(Look, your 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 sacred, 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 get it (Well, well, well, well)
How'd you like to be a big-wheel?
Dining out for every meal
I'm the plant who can make it all real
You're gonna get it (You're gonna get 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

C'mon Seymour, don't be a putz (Putz)
Trust me and your life will surely rival King Tut's (Yeah)
Show a little initiative, work up the guts and you'll get it

I don't know
I don't know
I have so, so many strong reservations
Should I go and perform mutilations?

You didn't have nothing 'til you met me
C'mon on kid, what'll it be?
Money? Girls?
One particular girl? How 'bout that Audrey?
Think it over, there must be someone you can 86, real quiet like
And get me some lunch!

How'd you like a room at the Ritz?
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz
A little nookie gonna clean up your zits and you'll get it (Get it, get it)

(Get it, get it, get it, get it)
(Get it, get it, get it, get it!)

Gee, I'd like a Harley machine (Get it)
Toolin' around like I was James Dean (Get it)
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

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

Wait a minute, wait a minute!
That's not a very nice thing to say! (But it's true, isn't it?)
No! I don't know anyone who deserves to get chopped up and fed to a hungry plant!
(Hm, sure you do)

[Stupid woman! Christ, what a friggin' scatter-brain.]
I'm sorry, doctor! I'm sorry, doctor!
[Now get the hell in there and pick up your goddamn sweater, you ditzy cow.]
Yes, doctor! Right away, doctor!
Hi, Seymour. I left my sweater here before.
[C'mon, move it you little slut!]
[How do you like that stupid dame? Forgets her friggin' sweater.]
[Christ, if your stupid head weren't screwed on!]
Orin, that hurt! [Move it!]

If you wanna 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

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 need blood and he's got more than enough (I need blood and he's got more than enough)
(So go git it!)