[BOYS]
Is it worth the waiting for,
If we live till eighty-four,
All we ever get is,
GRUEL
Everyday we say a prayer,
Will they change the bill of fare,
still we get the same old
GRUEL
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!
Ummmmmmm, food
We're anxious to try it,
Three banquets a day,
Our favourite diet!
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
[BOYS]
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,
Marvellous food,
Fabulous food,
Glorious food!
[Instrumental Bridge]
[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!?
[WIDOW CORNEY]
Catch him!
[MR. BUMBLE]
Snatch him!
[WIDOW CORNEY]
Hold him!
[MR. BUMBLE]
Scold him!
[WIDOW CORNEY]
Pounce him!
Trounce him!
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 (whispering)]
O-li-ver.
[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 a dark, thin, winding stairway
Without any banister
Which we'll throw him down,
[MRS. BUMBLE, BOYS]
And feed him on
co*kroaches served in a canister
[MR. BUMBLE]
O-li-ver!
[ALL]
O-li-ver!
[MR. BUMBLE]
What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will rue the day
Somebody named him
O-li-ver!
[MR. BUMBLE]
Oliver!
[MRS. BUMBLE]
Oliver!
[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
Never before has a boy wanted more!
[MR. BUMBLE]
Oliver!
[MRS. BUMBLE]
Oliver!
[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
Won't ask for more
When he knows what's in store.
[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
There a dark, thin, winding stairway
Without any banister
Which we'll throw him down,
And feed him on
co*kroaches served in a canister
Oliver! Oliver!
[MR. BUMBLE]
What heavens pray
Will the governors say
[MRS. BUMBLE]
They will lay the blame
On the one who named him
Ol-i-ver!