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
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 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!
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 Stupid woman!
 Christ, what a friggin' scatterbrain
 (I'm sorry, doctor!)
 Falls off the motorcycle
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 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!