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
(Both)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 stairway without any banister
Which we'll throw him down
And feed him the cockroaches served in a canister
(Widow corney)Oliver, Oliver
What heavens pray will the govenors say
(Widow corney) They will lay the blame on the one who named him
(Mr. Bumbble) Ol-i-ver