

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 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 says I can't do anything I want Like, what? Like deliver, pal Like see you get everything your sickly, greasy heart desires! (sung) Would you like a Cadillac car? Or a guest shot on Jack Paar ? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr ? You gonna git it Would 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 Show a little 'nitiative, 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? Does it have to be human? Does it have to be mine? Where am I s'posed to get it? I don't wanna hear this! Feed me Feed me Feed me
