Food, Glorious Food

Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live 'til eighty four
All we ever get is gru...el!
Ev'ry day we say our prayer
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gru...el!
There is not a cust, 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 imag...ine

Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys
In-di-gestion!

Food, glorious 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
Glorous food.

Food, glorious food!
What is ther emore handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed
Still worth a kin's ransom
What is it we dream about?
Wat brings on a sigh?
Piled pieahes and cream, about
Six feet high!

Food, glorious food!
Eat right through the menu
Just loosen your belt
Two inches and then you
Work up a new appetite
In this interlude
The food
Once again, food
Fabulous food
Glorious food.

Food, glorious food!
Don't care what it looks like
Burned!
Underdone!
Crude!
Don't care what the cook's like
Just thinking of growing fat
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
Beautiful food
Glorious food

Please, Sir, I want some more
What?!
Please, Sir, I want 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 crious as to ask
His name?

BOYS whispering
O-li-ver
Oliver! Oliver!
Never beofre has a boy wanted more!
Oliver! Oliver!
Won't ask for more whne he knows what's in store.

There a dar, thin, winding stairway
Witout an bannister
Whil we'll throuwhim down, and feed him on
Cockrouches served in a canister
Oliver! Oliver!

What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will curse the day
Somebody named him
O-li-ver!

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 be creeping out
Oliver! Oliver!

What will her do?
In this terrible stew?
He will rue the day somebody name him
O-li-ver!