Oliver!
Please sir, I wan't some more
What?
Please sir, I wan't some more
More?
Catch him, snatch him, hold him
Scold him, pounce him, trounce him
Pick him up and bounce him
Wait!
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
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a dark, thin winding staircase without any banister
Which we'll throw him down and
Feed him on cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver
What'll 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
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a sooty chimney
Long overdue for a sweeping out
Which we'll push him up
And one day next year with the rats he'll come creeping out
Oliver! Oliver!
What'll he do?
In this terrible stew?
He will rue the day somebody name him Oliver!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Never before has a boy asked for more
Oliver!
Oliver!
Pray some decorum restore, I implore
Let us face this case, it's unprecedented quite utterly
He's disgraced this place, encouraging others to wallow in gluttony
Oliver! Oliver!
Lock him in jail and then put him on sale
For the highest bid
Glad to be rid of Oliver
Lock him up
Collect his belongings and bring 'em back to me when you've done
To bed, all of you!
What?
Please sir, I wan't some more
More?
Catch him, snatch him, hold him
Scold him, pounce him, trounce him
Pick him up and bounce him
Wait!
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
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a dark, thin winding staircase without any banister
Which we'll throw him down and
Feed him on cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver
What'll 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
Won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
There's a sooty chimney
Long overdue for a sweeping out
Which we'll push him up
And one day next year with the rats he'll come creeping out
Oliver! Oliver!
What'll he do?
In this terrible stew?
He will rue the day somebody name him Oliver!
Oliver!
Oliver!
Never before has a boy asked for more
Oliver!
Oliver!
Pray some decorum restore, I implore
Let us face this case, it's unprecedented quite utterly
He's disgraced this place, encouraging others to wallow in gluttony
Oliver! Oliver!
Lock him in jail and then put him on sale
For the highest bid
Glad to be rid of Oliver
Lock him up
Collect his belongings and bring 'em back to me when you've done
To bed, all of you!
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Writer(s): Lionel Bart
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