Veruca's Nutcracker Sweet Songtext
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Bad nut
veruca salt, the debutante, she's always screaming 'i want, i want.' we hope she wants last months chow mein. as she jetes down the garbage drain.
veruca salt, the silly cow, her maddening mantra was 'now, now, now.' but now hang a bell on the little brute as she par de bourees down the bad nut chute.
yes now she joins the trash below, so spoiled and so rotten. the fishy from a week ago some giant lump forgotten. a bacon rind, some left out lard. a loaf of bread gone stale and hard. a rotten peach, a reeky pear, the thing the cat left on the stair.
veruca salt the pampered miss, will now fouette to a foul abyss. so take a whiff for its awfully ripe. her new address the sewer pipe.
mr salt: wonka, do something!
wonka: i can't her posture's terrible!
veruca salt, the selfish tot, was never good with the things she got. but its not just vicious veruca's fault. this rancid recipe demands another dash of salt.
blame her father and her mother that veruca will reside with the rubbish and the other wasteful things she tossed aside.to the others we'd be quicker, see the squirrels they are swarming, cos recycling was beneath her she's the cause of global warming.
veruca salt, the wicked witch was soon develop a nasty itch. we'll soon hear a twit screaming 'mine all mine!' from deep down below, where the sun don't shine!
bad nut
(Thanks to Maddie for these lyrics)
spoken: stomach in chest out.
veruca salt, the debutante, she's always screaming 'i want, i want.' we hope she wants last months chow mein. as she jetes down the garbage drain.
veruca salt, the silly cow, her maddening mantra was 'now, now, now.' but now hang a bell on the little brute as she par de bourees down the bad nut chute.
yes now she joins the trash below, so spoiled and so rotten. the fishy from a week ago some giant lump forgotten. a bacon rind, some left out lard. a loaf of bread gone stale and hard. a rotten peach, a reeky pear, the thing the cat left on the stair.
veruca salt the pampered miss, will now fouette to a foul abyss. so take a whiff for its awfully ripe. her new address the sewer pipe.
mr salt: wonka, do something!
wonka: i can't her posture's terrible!
veruca salt, the selfish tot, was never good with the things she got. but its not just vicious veruca's fault. this rancid recipe demands another dash of salt.
blame her father and her mother that veruca will reside with the rubbish and the other wasteful things she tossed aside.to the others we'd be quicker, see the squirrels they are swarming, cos recycling was beneath her she's the cause of global warming.
veruca salt, the wicked witch was soon develop a nasty itch. we'll soon hear a twit screaming 'mine all mine!' from deep down below, where the sun don't shine!
bad nut
(Thanks to Maddie for these lyrics)
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