Boys:
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live ’til 84
All we ever get is gru… el!
Ev’ry day we say our prayer —
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru… el!
There’s not a crust, not a crumb can we find
Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge
But there’s nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas, pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion!
Food, glorious food!
We’re anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favourite diet!
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Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food
Food, glorious food!
Don’t care what it looks like
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don’t care what the cook’s like
Oliver:
Just thinking of growing fat
Our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full up feeling!
Food, glorious food!
What wouldn’t we give for
That extra bit more
That’s all that we live for
Why should we be fated to
Do nothing but brood
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvelous food
Fabulous food
Beautiful food
Glorious food!
Mr Bumble:
For what you are about to receive
May the Lord make you truly thankful
Boys:
Amen!
Oliver:
(spoken) Please, Sir, I want some more
Mr Bumble:
(spoken) What!?
Oliver:
(spoken) Please, Sir, I want some… more
Mr. Bumble:
(spoken) More!?
Catch him!
Snatch him!
Hold him!
Scold him!
Pounce him!
Trounce him!
Widow Corney:
Pick him up and bounce him!
Mr. Bumble:
Wait!
Before we put the lad to task
May I be so curious as to ask
His name?
Boys:
Oliver
Mr. Bumble:
Oliver! Oliver!
Never before has a boy wanted more!
Oliver! Oliver!
Won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store
There’s a dark, thin, winding stairway without any bannister
Which we’ll throw him down
Boys:
And feed him of cockroaches served in a canister
Mr. Bumble:
Oliver!
Mr. Bumble ‘n’ Boys:
Oliver!
Mr. Bumble:
What will he do when he’s turned black and blue?
He will rue the day somebody named him, Oliver
Oliver!
Widow Corney:
Oliver!
Mr. Bumble ‘n’ Widow Corney!
Never before has a boy wanted more!
Mr. Bumble:
Oliver!
Widow Corney:
Oliver!
Mr. Bumble ‘n’ Widow Corney:
Won’t ask for more
When he knows what’s in store
Mr. Bumble:
There’s a long thin, winding stairway without any bannister
Mr. Bumble ‘n’ Widow Corney:
Which we’ll throw him down
And feed him of cockroaches served in a canister
Mr. Bumble:
Oliver! Oliver!
What have you say that the governor will say?
Widow Corney:
They will lay the blame on the one who named him oliver
