Feed Me (Git It)
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 Par?
How about a date with Heady LeMarr…
You gonna git it.
“If you want it, baby.”
How’d ya like to be a big wheel?
Dinning out, for every meal.
I’m the plant can make it all real.
You’re gonna git it.
Hey, I’m your Gennie.
I’m your friend.
I’m your willin’ slave…
Take a chance, feed me, yeah.
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda ret-hot tastes,
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 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,
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz.
A little nookie gonna clean up those zits,
And you’ll git 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 git 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…
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/I) need blood and he’s got more than enough…!
So, Go Git IT!
Now (It’s just the Gas)
(Now, do it now
While he’s gassing himself to a palpable stupor
The timing’s ideal and the moment is super
To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away
Now, do it now
Just a flicker of pressure, right here on the trigger
And Audrey won’t have to put up with that pig for another day
Now-for the girl, now-for the plant
Now-yes I will. . .but I can’t)
Don’t be fooled if I should giggle
Like a sappy, happy dope
It’s just the gas, it’s got me high
But don’t let that fact deceive you
Any moment I could die
Though I giggle and I chortle,
Bear in mind I’m not immortal
Why this whole thing strikes me funny
I don’t know-cause it really is a rotten way to go
(What we have here is an ethical dilemma
‘Less I help him get the mask removed,
He doesn’t have a prayer
True the gun was never fired,
But the way events transpired,
I can finish him with simple laissez faire)
Don’t be fooled if I should chuckle
Like hyenas in a zoo
It’s just the gas, it turns me on
But don’t let my mirth deceive you
Any moment I’ll be gone
All my vital signs are failing
Cause the oxide I’m inhaling
Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
Are you dumb or hard of hearing?
Or relieved my end is nearing?
Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to. . .
(Death)
Call Back in the Morning
Now, you were saying?
Flowers for a prom corsage?
Flowers for an entourage?
Flowers to the funeral home?
Leaving from St Andrew’s Roman
Catholic Chirch at Ninth and Vine?
Forty dollars. Hold the line.
First thing in the morning. Fine
There’ll be there in the morning!
Can you hold?
The Rose Bowl!
Seymour, the Rose Bowl!
You know that big,
Inflated estimate we wrote?
For the Rose Bowl?
Well, it’s the Rose Bowl!
It seems they want to buy
The flowers here
For every single float!
You can’t keep the tournament waiting!
Mushik & Son.. can you hold?
Please hold, can you hold?
It’s just as the plant foretold
Just a minute
It’s business like who’d have ever guessed.
Mushnik & Son, that was me!
Please wait, that was me..
The business is doing great..
On channel three!
So why am I feeling so depressed?
Seven thousand boutonnieres?
Please, I’ve only got two ears!
Hollyhocks are hardier,
Which ones would your wife prefer?
Were you waiting long?
I’m sorry sir!
Seymour, that reporter-
What? I thought we finished yesterday
She wants another interview
Said to bring the plant with you
Audrey, it’s that new account
Sorry, that’s the right amount
Daisies only come in white
Sir, I’m too worn out to fight
Sorry, those are out of stock
Seymour! Look! It’s six o’clock!
Call back in the morning, will you?
Call back in the morning, won’t you?
Call back in the morning, can you?
Call back in the morning, thank you!
Call back in the morning!
Suddenly Seymour
Lift up your head.
Wash off your mascara.
Here, take my kleenex,
Wipe that lipstick away.
Show me your face,
Clean as the mornin’.
I know things were bad,
But now they’re ok.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is standing beside you.
You don’t need no make-up,
Don’t have to pretend.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is here to provide you
Sweet understanding.
Seymour’s your friend.
Nobody, ever,
Treated me kindly.
Daddy left early.
Mama was poor.
I need a man, and I’d
Follow him blindly.
He’d snap he fingers and
I’d say, “sure.”
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is standing beside me.
He don’t give me orders.
He don’t condescend.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is here to provide me
Sweet understanding.
Seymour’s my friend.
Tell me this feeling
Lasts ’til forever.
Tell me the bad times
Are clean, washed away!
Please understand that
It’s still strange and frightening.
For loosers like I’ve been
It’s so hard to say…
Suddenly, Seymour,
He purified me.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Showed me I can!
Learn how to be more!
The girl that’s inside (you/me).
With sweet understanding,
With sweet understanding,
With sweet understanding,
Seymour’s (your/my) man.
Suppertime
He’s got your number now.
He knows just what you’ve done.
You’ve got no place to hide.
You’ve got nowhere to run.
He knows your life of crime.
I think it’s suppertime!
Come on, Come on…
Think about all those offers!
Come on, Come on…
Your future with Audrey!
Come on, Come on…
Ain’t no time to turn squeemish!
C-C-C-Come on!
I swear on all my spores…
When he’s gone the world will be yours.
Come on, Come on…
Come on, Come on…
Come on, Come on…
It’s suppertime…
It’s suppertime…
Come on, Come on…
Come on, Come on…
Come on, Come on…
It’s suppertime…
Ah, suppertime…
Suppertime!
The Meek Shall Inherit
They say the meek shall inherit.
You know the book doesn’t lie.
It’s not a question of merit.
It’s not demand and supply.
They say the meek gonna get it.
“And you’re a meek little guy.”
You know the meek are gonna get what’s comin’ to ’em
By and by…
My future’s starting.
I’ve got to let it.
Stick with that plant
And gee, my bank account will thrive.
What am I saying?
No way! Forget it!
It’s much to dangerous
To keep that plant alive.
I take these offers,
That means more killing.
Who knew success would come
With messy nasty strings.
I sign these contracts,
That means I’m willing
To keep on doing
Bloody, awful, evil things.
No! No!
There’s only so far you can bend!
No! No!
This nightmare must come to an end!
No! No!
You’ve got no alternative, Seymour, old boy!
Though it means you’ll be broke again, and unemployed!
It’s the only solution, it can’t be avoided!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
But then, there’s Audrey.
Lovely, Audrey.
If life were taudry,
and impoverished as before,
She might not like me.
She might not want me.
Without my plant
She might not love me, anymore.
They say the meek shall inherit.
Where do I sign?
You know the book doesn’t lie.
Right on the line.
It’s not a question of merit.
That’ll do fine.
It’s not demand and supply.
This copy’s mine.
You’ll make a fortune, we swear it.
Couldn’t go wrong.
If on this fact you rely!
Bye-bye, So-Long!
You know the meek are gonna get what’s comin’ to them.
You know the meek are gonna get what’s comin’ to them.
You know the meek are gonna get what’s comin’ to them…
By-and-by….
Sominex/Suppertime II
I couldn’t sleep
I took a Sominex
But voices in my head kept saying
Go to Seymour, talk to Seymour
I drank some tea
But gee the feeling wasn’t gone
Seymour, sweetheart
Tell me, darling
What’s been going on?
Hey little lady, hello
You’re lookin’ cute as can be
You’re lookin’ mighty sweet
No, it ain’t Seymour-it’s me!
Your friendly Audrey Two
This plant is talking to you
Come on and give me a drink
Hey, little lady, be nice
Sure do, I’ll drink it straight
Don’t need no glass or no ice
Don’t need no twist of lime
And now it’s suppertime!
Finale (Don’t Feed the Plants)
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed
Similar events in cities across America
Events which bore a striking resemblence
To the ones you have just seen began occuring
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed
Unsuspecting jerks from Maine to California
Made the acquantiance of a new breed of fly-trap
And got sweet-talked into feeding it blood
Thus the plants worked their terrible will
Finding jerks who would feed them their fill
And the plants proceeded to grow
And grow
And begin what they came here to do
Which was essentially to
Eat Cleveland
And Des Moines
And Peoria
And New York
And where you live!
They may offer you fortune and fame
Love and money and instant acclaim
But whatever they offer you
Don’t feed the plants
They may offer you lots of cheap thrills
Fancy condos in Beverly Hills
But whatever they offer you
Don’t feed the plants
Look out
Here comes Audrey Two
Look our
Here I come for you!
Hold your hat and hang onto your soul
Something’s coming to eat the world whole
If we fight it, we still got a chance
But whatever they offer you
Though they’re slopping the trough for you
Please whatever they offer you
Don’t feed the plants
We’ll have tomorrow
Don’t feed the plants
Mean Green Mother from Outer Space
Better wait a minute.
Ya better hold the phone.
Ya better mind your manners.
Better change your tone.
Don’t you threaten me son.
You got a lot of gall.
We gonna do things my way.
Or we won’t do things at all.
Ya don’t know what you’re messin’ with.
You got no idea.
Ya don’t know what you’re lookin’ at
When you’re lookin’ here.
Ya don’t know what you’re up against,
No, no way, no how.
You don’t know what you’re messin’ with,
But I’m gonna tell you now!
Get this straight!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
and I’m bad.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
and it looks like you been had.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back, ‘n get out my face,
‘Cause I’m mean and green
And I am bad.
Wanna save your skin boy?
You wanna save your hide?
You wanna see tomorrow? (Ha-Ha!)
You better step aside.
Better take a tip boy.
Want some good advice?
Ya better take it easy,
‘Cause you’re walkin’ on thin ice.
Ya don’t know what you’re dealin’ with.
No, you never did.
Ya don’t know what you’re lookin’ at,
But that’s tough titty, kid!
The Lion don’t sleep tonight,
And if you pull his tail, he roars.
Ya say, “That ain’t fair?”
Ya say, “That ain’t nice?”
Ya know what I say? “Up yours!”
Watch me now!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And I’m bad.
I’m just a mean green mother, a real disgrace,
And you’ve got me violent and mad.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
Gonna trash your ass! Gonna rock this place!
I’m mean and green,
And I am bad.
Don’t talk to me about old King-Kong.
You think he’s the worst? Well, you’re thinkin’ wrong.
Don’t talk to me about Frankenstein.
He got a temper? -HA!- He ain’t got mine.
You know I don’t come from no black lagoon.
I’m from past the stars and beyond the moon.
You can keep the thing,
Keep the it,
Keep the creature, they don’t mean shit!
I got garden style, major moves.
I got the stuff, and I think that proves,
You better move it out! Nature calls!
You got the point? I’m gonna bust your balls!
Here it comes!
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And I’m bad.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
A real hard case. You can’t beat this trouble, man.
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
So just give it up. It’s all over, ace.
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I’m mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
And I…am…bad!