Little Shop Of Horrors- Feed Me (git It) Lyrics

AUDREY II:

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 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 the guts

And you'll git it

SEYMOUR:

I don't know.

I don't know

I have so, so many strong reservations

Should I go and perform mutilations?

AUDREY II:

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

SEYMOUR:

Gee I'd like a Harley machine,

Toolin' around like I was James Dean,

Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

AUDREY II:

So go git it If you wanna be profound

And you really gotta justify

Take a breath and look around

A lot of folks deserve to die

SEYMOUR, AUDREY II:

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.

SEYMOUR: He's so nasty, treatin' her rough,

AUDREY II: Smackin' her around and always talkin' so tough.

SEYMOUR, AUDREY II:

You need blood and he's got more than enough

AUDREY II: So go git it!