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're gonna get it, if you want it, baby

How'd you like to be a big wheel?

Dining out for every meal

I'm the plant to make it all real

You're gonna get it

Hey, I'm your genie, I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave

Take a chance, feed me, yeah

You know the kind of eats, the kind of red-hot treats

The kind of 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 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 (You're gonna get 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 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

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, naw, naw, naw

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

I need blood and he's got more than enough (You need blood and he's got more than enough)

So go get it