Well, since you bring up "Little Shop of Horrors..."PLANT:
Feed Me. Feed me. Feeed 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.
hahaha! Cause if you feed me Seymour, I can grow up big and strong.
How'd you like a cadiallac car?
Or a guest shot on Jack Parr?
How 'bout a date with Heady Lamar,
your gonna get it. (If you want it baby)
How'd you like to be a big wheel?
Drivin out, for every meal.
i'm the plant who can make it Allll real,
Your gonna get it (whoo, hoo, hoo)
Hey, I’m your genie, I’m your friend
I’m your willing slave
Take a chance and feed me and
You know the kinda eats, the kinda red hot meats, the sticky, licky sweets I Craaaave
Come on Seymour, don’t be a puts!
**garble**…Surely rival king tut’s
Show a little ‘nitive, work up the guts, your gonna get it.
SEYMOUR:
I don’t knowwwww. I don’t knowwww.
I have soooo. So many strooong, reservations.
Should I goooo, and perform, mutilations?
PLANT:
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.
SEYMOUR:
Gee I’d like a Harley Machine,
Tooling around like I was James Dean
Making all the guys on the corner turn green
PLANT:
So go get it! (WHOO HOO HOO)
If you wanna be profound, if you really gotta justify!
Take a breath and look around, a lot of folks deserve to die!
SEYMOUR: (talking) Hey, hey, that’s not a very nice thing to say.
PLANT: (talking) But it’s true, isn’t it?
SEYMOUR: (talking) No, I don’t know anyone who deserves to be chopped up and fed to a hungry plant.
PLANT: (talking) Suuuure you do.
(Outside: Dentist and Audrey) Stupid woman! Christ, what a friggin scatter brain!
I’m Sorry Doctor!
Falls off the motorcycle!
I’m sorry Doctor! (Hits her)
PLANT AND SEYMOUR:
If you wanna rational, 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 meeeeeee.
SEYMOUR:
He’s so nasty, treat’n her rough
PLANT:
Smacking her around and always talking so tough
SEYMOUR:
You need blood and he’s got more then enough!
PLANT:
I need blood and he’s got more then enough!
SEYMOUR AND PLANT:
You/I need blood and he’s got more then enouuughhh.
PLANT:
So go get it.
Who needs Requests and Dedications anyway?