Food, Glorious Food/Oliver!

Oliver! Oliver! Never beofre 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 bannister Which we'll throw him down, and feed him on Cockrouches served in a canister Oliver! Oliver! What will he do when he's turned black and blue? He will curse the day Somebody named him O-li-ver! 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 Oliver,Oliver What heavens pray will the governors say They will lay the blame on the one who named him Ol-i-ver！