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"Feed Me (Git It)" was written by Ashman Howard Elliott; Menken Alan; Menken Alan Irwin.
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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-shot on Jack Paar?
How about a date with Heady Lemarr?
You gonna get it
If you want it, baby

How would ya like to be a big wheel?
Dinning out for every meal
I'm the plant that can make it all real
You're gonna get it

Hey, I'm your Genie
I'm your friend
I'm your willin' slave
Take a chance, feed me yeah

You know what kinda eats
The kinda red hot treats
The kinda sticky licky sweets I crave

Ow! 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 get 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 get it, uh huh

Gee I'd like a Harley machine
Take it around like I was James Dean
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green
So go get it, woo woo woo

If you wanna be profound
If you really gotta justify
Take a breath and look around
A lot of folks deserve to die

{Stupid woman!
Crashed one of freakin' scatter brains
I'm sorry, [Incomprehensible]
Files of the murder [Incomprehensible]}

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 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
So go get it

Songwriters
Ashman Howard Elliott; Menken Alan; Menken Alan Irwin

Published by
UNIVERSAL-GEFFEN MUSIC

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