( 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 banister

Which we'll throw him down 

and feed him the cockroaches 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



(MRS.BUMBLE) There's a sooty,chimney,place where black cinders are coming out,

Which we'll throw him up and,

One day next year with the rats he'll be creeping out.



(MR.BUMBLE) What heavens pray will the goveners say,



(MRS.BUMBLE) They will lay the blame,on the on who named him:



(MR.BUMBLE) Ol-i-ver