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Oliver - Oliver! lyrics
[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 crious as to ask
 His name?
 [BOYS (whispering)]
 O-li-ver.
 [WIDOW CORNEY AND MR. BUMBLE]
 Oliver! Oliver!
 [MR. BUMBLE]
 Never beofre has a boy wanted more!
 [MR. BUMBLE AND WIDOW CORNEY]
 Oliver! Oliver!
 [WIDOW CORNEY]
 Won't ask for more whne he knows what's in store.
 [MR. BUMBLE]
 There a dar, thin, winding stairway
 Witout an bannister
 Whil we'll throuwhim down, and feed him on
 Cockrouches served in a canister
 [ALL]
 Oliver! Oliver!
 Oliver - Oliver! - http://motolyrics.com/oliver/oliver-lyrics.html
 MR. BUMBLE
 What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will curse the day
 Somebody named him
 [ALL]
 O-li-ver!
 [MR. BUMBLE]
 Oliver! Oliver!
 Never before has a boy wanted more!
 Oliver! Oliver!
 [WIDOW CORNEY]
 Won't ask for more
 When he knows what's in store.
 [MR. BUMBLE]
 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 be creeping out.
 [ALL]
 Oliver! Oliver!
 [MR. BUMBLE]
 What will her do?
 In this terrible stew?
 He will rue the day somebody name him...
 [ALL AND WIDOW CORNEY]
 O-li-ver!
 [GOVERNORS]
 Oliver!
 Oliver!
 Never before has a boy asked for more
 Oliver!
 Oliver!
 [CHAIRMAN]
 Pray some decorum restore, I implore...
 Let us face this case, it's
 Unpreedented, qute utterly.
 [GOVERNORS]
 He's disgraced this place.
 [LARGE GOVERNOR]
 Encouraging others to swallow in gluttony.
 [ALL]
 Oliver!...Oliver!
 Lock him in jail
 And then put him on sale,
 For the highest bid
 Glad to be rid
 Of 
 O-li-ver!
 [WIDOW CORNEY (spoken)]
 Lock him up! 
 Collect his belongings then bring him back to me 
 when you've done. 
 To bed, all of you!















