Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, aaah...
Veruca Salt, the little brute
Has just gone down the garbage chute
And she will meet as she descends
A rather different set of friends
A rather different set of friends,
A rather different set of friends.
A fish head for example cut
This morning from a halibut,
An oyster from an oyster stew,
A steak that no-one else would chew.
And lots of other things as well,
Each with its rather horrid smell
Horrid smell
These are Veruca's newfound friends
That she will meet as she descends
These are Veruca's newfound friends...
Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?
Who pandered to her every need?
Who turned her into such a brat?
Who are the culprits, who did that?
The guilty ones, now this is sad,
Dear old mum, and loving... dad.

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