Food, Glorious Food���
Is it worth the waiting for, if we live till eighty-four,�
all we ever get is �GRUEL.
Everyday we say a , will they change the bill of ,�
still we get the same old� GRUEL
There's not a crust, not a� can we find.�
Can we beg can we� or cadge.
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a ,�
when we all close our eyes and imagine.
��� Food, glorious food. Hot� and mustard.�
While we're in the mood, cold jelly and custard
��� Peas pudding and saveloys. What next? .
��� Rich gentlemen have it, boys !
Food, glorious food, we're anxious to try it.�
Three� a day, our favorite diet!
Just picture a great big , fried, roasted or stewed.
Oh! Food, wonderful food,� food, glorious food
��� Food, glorious food, don't care what it looks like.�
Burned, underdone, crude,�don't cares what the cook's like!
�� Just thinking of growing fat our� 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
Food, magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food, heavenly food,�beautiful food, glorious food.
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Oliver, Oliver sung by 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's a dark, thin, winding stairway without any bannister
Which we'll throw him down and feed him�� served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver. What will he do when he's turned black and blue.� He will rue the day somebody named him Ol-i-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 long, thin winding� without any bannister
Which we'll throw him down and feed him cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver, Oliver. What, heavens pray will the governors say
They will on the one who named him��.. Ol-i-ver
�����������Boy For Sale�����
One boy�. Boy for sale� He's going �. Only seven guineas... That -- or thereabouts.
Fine boy... Boy for sale... He's yours to keep�. For one thousand � you can work it out
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I could say he isn't very greedy... I can not,�
I'd be telling you a
One boy�. Boy for �..Come take a peep�.Have you ever seen as nice, a boy, for sale.
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�������� Where is love?����
Where is love? Does it fall from� above?
Is it underneath the willow tree, that I've been� of?
Where is she? Who I close my eyes to see?
Will I ever know the sweet "hello" that's� for only me?
Who can say where she may hide? Must I travel far and wide?
'Til I am beside the someone who, I can mean, something to ...
Where���.? Where��. is love?
Every night I� and play, let tomorrow be the day
When I see the face of someone who, I can mean, something to
Where���.? Where��. is love?
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Consider Yourself��sung by DODGER������
Consider yourself .�� Consider yourself one of the family.
I've taken to you so strong.� It's clear we're going to get along.
Consider yourself well in.� Consider yourself part of the furniture.
There isn't a lot to spare.� Who cares?.. What ever we've got we !
If it should chance to be, we should see, some harder days. Empty larder days. Why grouse?
Always a-chance we'll meet, somebody to foot the bill.�
Then the drinks are !
Consider yourself our mate. We don't want to have no fuss.
For after some consideration, we can state... Consider yourself��. One of us!
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You've Got To Pick-A-Pocket����sung by FAGIN and the orphan boys
You see Oliver, in this life, 1 thing counts. In the bank, large
I'm afraid these don't grow ,�
you've got to pick-a-pocket or two
You've got to pick-a-pocket or�two, boys.�
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two
BOYS: Large amounts don't grow on trees.�
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
FAGIN: Let's show Oliver how to do it my �����..?
