Oliver!

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