| Oliver |
|---|
| Please sir, I want some more |
| What?! |
| Please sir, I want some, more? |
| MORRRE! |
| Catch him! |
| Snatch him! |
| Hold him! |
| Scold him! |
| Pounce him, trounce him, pick him up and bounce him |
| Waiiiit |
| Before we put the lad to task may I be so curious as to ask his name? |
| Oliver |
| Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more |
| Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store |
| There’s a dark, thin, winding stairway without any banister |
| Which we’ll throw him down and feed him on cockroaches served in a canister |
| Oliver! |
| Oliver! |
| What will he do when he’s turned black and blue? |
| He will curse the day somebody named him Oliver |
| Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more |
| Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store |
| There’s a sooty chimney long due for a sweeping out |
| That we’ll push him up and one day next year with a rat in his hair we will let |
| him out |
| Oliver, Oliver what will he do in this terrible stew? |
| He will rue the day somebody named him Oliver |
