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'd listened, he would not be headed for the fudging pot
But he was not obedient, now he is an ingredient

Are they your entourage, Wonka?
No, Mr. Beauregarde, they're my workers

Cut, dice, mince, slice, time to make the fudge
Churn, chop, pound, pop, time to make the fudge
Snap, snip, whisk, whip, let your stomach be the judge
Boil, beat (hey, turn up the heat!)
'Cause everyone loves fudge

Help!
Augustus!

Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop, it's time to say goodbye
You great big greedy nincompoop, it's time to fudgify
You never tried to make a friend, but now we'll have some fun
For though your tour is at an end, our joy has just begun

Mama, I'm stuck!
Try releasing some gas!

Once ground, twice pound, time to make the fudge
Stretch, strain, cause pain, time to make the fudge (I'm tellin' ya!)
Sift, shake, then we bake and stick it with a fork
Don't throw away the scraps today 'cause we love candy pork!

I feel so lonely!

Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop, your tour is now complete
You show the meaning to your 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

Augustus!

Fudge!