Feed Me (Git It) - Lee Wilkof & Ron Taylor: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lee Wilkof & Ron Taylor

Feed Me (Git It)

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Feed Me (Git It) was released on May 6, 1982 by Verve (Adult Contemporary) MC as a part of the album Little Shop of Horrors (Original Off-Broadway Cast))

Song Details

AlbumLittle Shop of Horrors (Original Off-Broadway Cast))

Release DateMay 6, 1982

LabelVerve (Adult Contemporary) MC

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lee Wilkof

Vocals

Ron Taylor

Vocals

Stephen Ferrera

Stephen Ferrera

Drums

Robert Billig

Keyboards

Robby Merkin

Keyboards

Alan Menken

Keyboards

Steve Gelfand

Bass Guitar

David Brown

Guitar

Richard Tee

Organ

Marti Robertson

Marti Robertson

Vocals

Ellen Greene

Vocals

Franc Luz

Vocals

Hy Anzell

Vocals

Jennifer Leigh Warren

Jennifer Leigh Warren

Vocals

Leilani Jones

Vocals

Little Shop of Horrors Pit Orchestra

Little Shop of Horrors Pit Orchestra

Orchestra

Sheila Kay Davis

Sheila Kay Davis

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Alan Menken

Songwriter

Robby Merkin

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Robert Billig

Music Supervisor

Phil Ramone

Producer

Mike Allaire

Assistant Recording Engineer

Alan Bushell

Assistant Recording Engineer

Brad Leigh

Engineer

Larry Franke

Assistant Recording Engineer

Marti Robertson

Marti Robertson

Editing Engineer

Ted Jensen

Mastering Engineer

David Donnelly

Mastering Engineer

Dan Hersch

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Sudden changes surround me

Lady Luck came and found me

Thanks a million for making the magic you do

Thanks to you, sweet Petunia

Mushnik's taken a junior

And someday when I own this whole shop

I'll remember I owe it to you

Who cares if I've been a little on the anemic side

These past few weeks?

So what if I've had a few dizzy spells

A little light-headedness?

It's been worth it, old pal

Tuey, I'ma, I'm a little hungry

I'ma, I'ma gonna go down to Schmendrick's

And get a bite to eat

I'll see ya later

Feed me

I beg your pardon?

Feed me

Tuey, Tuey! You talked!

You opened your trap

Your thing, and you said

Feed me, Krelborn, feed me now

I-I-I-I'll run down to the corner

And pick ya up some nice chopped sirloin

Must be blood

Tuey, that's disgusting

Must be fresh

I don't wanna hear this

Feed me

(Does it have to be human?)

Feed me

(Does it have to be mine?)

Feed me

(Where am I s'posed to get it?)

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 secret, greasy heart desires

Would you like a Cadillac car

Or a guest shot on Jack Paar?

How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?

You gonna git it, mm-mm

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

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

I don't know

(Come on, boy)

I don't know

(Lighten up)

I have so, so many strong reservations

(Tell it to the marines)

(Cut the crap and bring on the meat)

Should I go and perform mutilations?

(My, my, my)

(Uh-huh)

Now let me see here, hmm

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

Gee, I'd like a Harley machine

(Now you're cookin'!)

Toolin' around like I was James Dean

(Yeah!)

Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

(Go git it)

Mm, if you wanna be profound

Then you really gotta justify

Take a breath and look around

A lot of folks deserve to die

But wait a minute, wait a minute!

That's not a very nice thing to say

I don't know anybody

Who deserves to get chopped up

And fed to a hungry plant

Hmm, sure ya do

(Stupid woman)

(Christ, what a friggin' scatterbrain)

(I'm sorry doctor, I'm sorry doctor)

(Now get the hell in there)

(And pick up the goddamn sweater)

(You dizzy cow!)

(Yes, doc', oh)

Mm-hmm

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

The guy sure looks like plant food to me

The guy sure looks like plant food to me, ow

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

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

So, go git it

Written by: Alan Menken, Howard Ashman

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