Lyrics: Scott Wittman/Marc Shaiman
Music: Marc Shaiman
Charlie: Dear Mr. Wonka,
I know that you're a busy man
You must have lots of mail to read
I'm writing for my family cause
there's nothing special that I need
The time you take to read this letter will be time well spent
Because I've made a list of things
You might want to invent
Mrs Bucket: How's your homework?
Charlie: Almost done.
Mrs Bucket: That's my Charlie, that's my son.
Charlie: For Mom who's always on her feet
You might please grant me this one wish
To keep her shoes attached to her
Some laces made from licorice!
For Josephine
I have drawn a recipe beneath
For molars made of marzipan
When she can't find her teeth!
Mrs Bucket: Have you scrubbed up?
Charlie: Yes, I did.
Mrs Bucket: That's my Charlie, that's my kid.
Charlie: When I was smaller than I am
My daddy took us to the sea
He bought my mum an ice cream
She was happy as a mom can be
For her I would invent an ice cream
That would never melt
So she can feel all day the way
I wish she always felt
For Grandpa George and his Georgina,
Something not in any store.
Some pillows made of marshmallows,
To keep the noise down when they snore!
For Grandpa Joe who soon is turning
Ninety and one half
A joke book made of jelly beans
Cause he just loves to laugh
Grandparents: Off to bed now
Charlie: Counting sheep
Grandparents: Hope we don't die in our sleep!
Charlie: I think I've thought of everything
For you to add you special touch
And when these things are all complete,
If it's not asking far too much,
Please drop them off yourself so we can ask you, "How d'ya do?"
And, well, I'd like one Wonka bar
That I would share with you
Signed, Charlie Bucket
Grandparents: Goodnight, Charlie Bucket
Charlie: Signed, Charlie Bucket, inventor