Текст песни Feed Me (Git It) - Alan Menken

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
'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 gonna git it.

How'd you like to be a big wheel,
Dinin' out for every meal?
I'm the plant that can make it all real
You 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
Take some initiative, work up the 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 your zits
And you'll git it

Gee I'd like a Harley machine,
Cruisin' around like I was James Dean,
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

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

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.

He's so nasty, treatin' her rough,

Smackin' her around and always talkin' so tough.

You (I) need blood and he's got more than enough

So go git it!