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, ha, ha ha)
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour, I can grow up big and strong

Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest shot on Jack Paar?
How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?
You gonna git it (If you want it, baby)

How would you like to be a big wheel,
dinin' out for every meal?
I'm the plant to make it all real
You gonna git it

Hey, I'm your genie, I'm your friend I'm your willing slave
Take a chance Feed me, eh? You know what kinda eats,
what kinda red hot treats, what 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
Show a little 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

(Gee, I'd like a Harley machine,

toolin' around like I was James Dean,
makin' all the guys on the corner turn green)
So go git it

If you want to be profound, if you really got to justify,
take a whiff and look around A lot of folks deserve to die

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

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