Food, Glorious Food
Is it worth the waiting for, if we live till eighty-four,
all we ever get is GRUEL.
Everyday we say a , will they change the bill of ,
still we get the same old GRUEL
There's not a crust, not a can we find.
Can we beg can we or cadge.
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a ,
when we all close our eyes and imagine.
Food, glorious food. Hot and mustard.
While we're in the mood, cold jelly and custard
Peas pudding and saveloys. What next? .
Rich gentlemen have it, boys !
Food, glorious food, we're anxious to try it.
Three a day, our favorite diet!
Just picture a great big , fried, roasted or stewed.
Oh! Food, wonderful food, food, glorious food
Food, glorious food, don't care what it looks like.
Burned, underdone, crude, don't cares what the cook's like!
Just thinking of growing fat our 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
Food, magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food, heavenly food, beautiful food, glorious food.
Oliver, Oliver sung by 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 and feed him served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver. What will he do when he's turned black and blue. He will rue the day somebody named him Ol-i-ver
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 long, thin winding without any bannister
Which we'll throw him down and feed him cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver. What, heavens pray will the governors say
They will on the one who named him…….. Ol-i-ver
Boy For Sale
One boy…. Boy for sale… He's going …. Only seven guineas... That -- or thereabouts.
Fine boy... Boy for sale... He's yours to keep…. For one thousand … you can work it out
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I could say he isn't very greedy... I can not,
I'd be telling you a
One boy…. Boy for …..Come take a peep….Have you ever seen as nice, a boy, for sale.
Where is love?
Where is love? Does it fall from above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been of?
Where is she? Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello" that's for only me?
Who can say where she may hide? Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am beside the someone who, I can mean, something to ...
Where……….? Where……. is love?
Every night I and play, let tomorrow be the day
When I see the face of someone who, I can mean, something to
Where……….? Where……. is love?
Consider Yourself sung by DODGER
Consider yourself . Consider yourself one of the family.
I've taken to you so strong. It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in. Consider yourself part of the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare. Who cares?.. What ever we've got we !
If it should chance to be, we should see, some harder days. Empty larder days. Why grouse?
Always a-chance we'll meet, somebody to foot the bill.
Then the drinks are !
Consider yourself our mate. We don't want to have no fuss.
For after some consideration, we can state... Consider yourself……. One of us!
You've Got To Pick-A-Pocket sung by FAGIN and the orphan boys
You see Oliver, in this life, 1 thing counts. In the bank, large
I'm afraid these don't grow ,
you've got to pick-a-pocket or two
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two
BOYS: Large amounts don't grow on trees.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
FAGIN: Let's show Oliver how to do it my ……………..?
