[BOYS]
Is it worth the waiting for
If we live till eighty-four
All we ever get is
GRUEL

Everyday we say a prayer
Will they change the bill of fare
Still we get the same old
GRUEL

There's not a crust
Not a crumb can we find
Can we beg, can we borrow or cadge
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine

Food, glorious food
Hot sausage and mustard
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard
Peas, pudding, and saveloys
What next? Is the question
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion!
Ummmmmmm, food
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favourite diet!
Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh! Food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Glorious food

Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like

(Oliver)
Just thinking of growing fat

[BOYS]
Our senses 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
On food
Magical food
Wonderful food
Marvellous food
Fabulous food
Glorious food!

[Instrumental Bridge]
[MR. BUMBLE]
For what you are about to receive
May the lord make you truly thankful

[BOYS]
Amen

[OLIVER]
[spoken] Please, Sir, I want some more

[MR. BUMBLE]
[spoken] What?!
[OLIVER]
[spoken] Please, Sir, I want some more

[MR. BUMBLE]
[spoken] More!?

[WIDOW CORNEY]
Catch him!

[MR. BUMBLE]
Snatch him!

[WIDOW CORNEY]
Hold him!

[MR. BUMBLE]
Scold him!

[WIDOW CORNEY]
Pounce him!
Trounce him!
Pick him up and bounce him!

[MR. BUMBLE]
Wait!
Before we put the lad to task
May I be so curious as to ask
His name?

[BOYS (whispering)]
O-li-ver

[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 a dark, thin, winding stairway
Without any banister
Which we'll throw him down

[MRS. BUMBLE, BOYS]
And feed him on
Cockroaches served in a canister

[MR. BUMBLE]
O-li-ver!

[ALL]
O-li-ver!

[MR. BUMBLE]
What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will rue the day
Somebody named him
O-li-ver!

[MR. BUMBLE]
Oliver!

[MRS. BUMBLE]
Oliver!

[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
Never before has a boy wanted more!

[MR. BUMBLE]
Oliver!

[MRS. BUMBLE]
Oliver!

[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
Won't ask for more
When he knows what's in store

[MR. BUMBLE & MRS. BUMBLE]
There 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!

[MR. BUMBLE]
What heavens pray
Will the governors say

[MRS. BUMBLE]
They will lay the blame
On the one who named him
Ol-i-ver!