Various Artists - Feed Me Git It |
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Feed Me Git It
Various Artists Feed me. Feed me. Feed me. Feed me, Seymour. Feed me all night long. Feed me, Seymour. Feed me all night long. (Ha, ha, ha, ha ha.) (That's right, boy! You can do it!) Would you like a Cadillac car? 'Cause if you feed me, Seymour, I can grow up big and strong. Or a guest shot on Jack Paar? How about a date with Hedy Lamarr? How would you like to be a big wheel, You gonna git it. (If you want it, baby.) I'm the plant to make it all real. dinin' out for every meal? You gonna git it. Hey, I'm your genie, I'm your friend. I'm your willing slave. Take a chance. Feed me, eh? You know what kinda eats, what kinda red hot treats, what 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 initiative, boy. 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?) Think about a room at the Ritz, A little nookie gonna clean up those zits wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz. and you'll git it. (Gee, I'd like a Harley machine, makin' all the guys on the corner turn green.) toolin' around like I was James Dean, So go git it. Stupid woman. Christ, what a friggin' scatterbrain. If you want to be profound, if you really got to justify, take a whiff and look around. A lot of folks deserve to die. I'm sorry, doctor. Falls off the motorcycle. The guy sure looks like plant food to me. 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 foot to me. The guy sure looks like plant food to me. smackin' her around and always talkin' so tough. (You need blood and he's got more than enough.) He's so nasty, treatin' her rough, I need blood and he's got more than enough. I/(You) need blood and he's got more than enough. So go git it |
