Oliver - Georgia Brown, Martin Horsey, Keith Hampshire

Please sir, I want some more

What?!

Please sir, I want some, more?

MORRRE!

Catch him!

Snatch him!

Hold him!

Scold him!

Pounce him, trounce him, pick him up and bounce him

Waiiiit

Before we put the lad to task may I be so curious as to ask his name?

Oliver

Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more

Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store

There’s 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!

What will he do when he’s turned black and blue?

He will curse the day somebody named him Oliver

Oliver, Oliver never before has a boy wanted more

Oliver, Oliver he won’t ask for more when he knows what’s in store

There’s a sooty chimney long due for a sweeping out

That we’ll push him up and one day next year with a rat in his hair we will let

him out

Oliver, Oliver what will he do in this terrible stew?

He will rue the day somebody named him Oliver