Oliver! Script

[Workhouse boys]

Is it worth the waiting for if we live till
All we ever get is gruel
Every day we say a prayer Will they change the bill of fare
Still we get the same old gruel
There is 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
Indigestion
Food We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favorite diet
Just picture a great big steak Fried, roasted or stewed
Oh, food, wonderful food Marvelous 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
[Workhouse boys]
Our senses are 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
Marvelous food Heavenly food
Beautiful food
Glorious
Food!
[Mr Bumble]
For what you're about to receive
May the Lord make you truly thankful
[Workhouse boys]
Amen
Go on. Go on.
[Oliver]
Please, sir, I want some more.
[Mr Bumble]
What?
[Oliver]
Please, sir...
I want some more?
[Mr Bumble]
More?
Catch him!
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Snatch him!
[Mr Bumble]
Hold him!
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Scold him!
[Mr Bumble]
Pounce him, trounce him
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Pick him up and bounce him
[Mr Bumble]
Wait!
Before we take the lad to task
May I be so curious
As to ask his name
[Workhouse boys]
Oliver!
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Oliver Twist, Mr. Bumble. You named him so yourself.
[Mr Bumble]
So that's who he is.
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
[Workhouse Boys]
And feed him cockroaches served in a canister
[Mr Bumble]
Oliver,
[Mr Bumble & Workhouse boys]
Oliver
[Mr Bumble]
What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will rue the day somebody named him Oliver!
Oliver
[Mr Bumble & Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Oliver Never before has a boy wanted more
Oliver, Oliver, won't ask for more when he knows what's in store
[Mr Bumble]
There's a long, thin, winding stairway without any bannister
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
Which we'll throw him down
[Mr Bumble & Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
And feed him cockroaches served in a canister
[Mr Bumble, Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney) and Workhouse boys]
Oliver, Oliver
[Mr Bumble]
What, heavens pray will the governors say?
[Mrs Bumble (Widow Corney)]
They will lay the blame on the one
Who named him
[Mr Bumble]
Ol-iv-er
[Governors]
- Get out! - Out!
[Mr Bumble]
One boy
Boy for sale
He's going cheap
[Black Smith]
How much?
[Mr Bumble]
Only seven guineas
[Black Smith]
How much?!
[Mr Bumble]
That or thereabout
Fine boy
Boy for sale
He's yours to keep
For one thousand pennies
You can work it out
That's four pounds, three and four slightly under four guineas
Knocked down from seven guineas
[Baker]
Three pounds, ten shillings.
Three pounds what, sir?!
Certainly not, sir!
Any advance on three pounds, ten then
Going
Going
Gone
I could not say
He isn't very greedy
I dare not I'd be telling you
A tale
One boy
Boy for sale
Come take a peek
Have you ever seen as nice
A boy
For sale?
[Mr Sowerberry]
How much did you say?
[Mr Bumble]
Only three guineas, Mr. Sowerberry. A bargain if ever there was one.
[Mr Sowerberry]
I was looking for a boy.
Bring him in, Mr. Bumble. Bring him in.
Now my love
I said we might consider taking this boy to help in the shop.
[Mrs Sowerberry]
Dear me! He's very small.
[Mr Bumble]
He is small, there's no denying. But he'll grow, Mrs. Sowerberry, he'll grow!
[Mrs Sowerberry]
Humm, I dare say he will...
On our vitals and drink.

[Mr Bumble]
Mother came to us destitute.
She brings a child into the world, takes one look at him and promptly dies...
So he's yours for three guineas as agreed, cash on delivery.
[Mr Sowerberry]
If we get enough work out of him...
without putting too much food into him, then we'll keep him.


Stay in the cellar until we decide what's to be done with you.
Here's your baggage, workhouse.
[Mrs Sowerberry]
Three pounds, indeed!
You can take him back.
[Oliver]
Where is love
Does it fall from skies above
Is it underneath
The willow tree
That I've been dreaming of
Where is she
Who I close my eyes to see
Will I ever know
The sweet hello
That's meant for only me
Who can say where she may hide
Must I travel far and wide
Till I am beside
The someone who
I can mean
Something to
Where
Where
Is love
Every night I
Kneel and pray
Let tomorrow
Be the day
When I see the face
Of someone who
I can mean
Something to
Where
Where
Is love