Lionel Bart - Food, Glorious Food - Remastered lyrics

[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!