Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop

Gloop in soup, thar she blows
Slowly up the pipe he flows
To the mixing room he rises
Hope, that pipe can take all sizes

If he listened he would not be
Headed for the fudging pot, but
He was not obedient
Now he is an ingredient

Cut, dice, mince, slice
Time to make the fuge

Churn, chop, pond, pop
Time to make the fuge

Snap, snip, whisk, whip
Let you're stomach be the juge

Boil, beat
Hey turn up the heat
Cause everyone loves fuge

Auf Weidersehen Augustus Gloop
It's time to say goodbye
You great big greedy nincompoop
It's time fugify

You never tried to make a friend
But now we'll have some fun
For though you're tour is at an end
Our joy has just begun

Ounce ground, twice pound
Time to make the fuge

Stretch, strain, cause pain
Time to make the fuge

I'm tellin'g ya

Sift, shake, then we bake
And stick it with a fork

Don't throw away the scraps today
Cause we love candied pork

Auf Weidersehen Augustus Gloop
You're tour is now complete
You show the meaning to you group of
YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!

So mother courage you must show
But please don't hold a grudge
Cause as a boy he was so-so...
But he makes tasty.

(Yes he makes tasty...)

...FUGE!!



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Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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