Veruca's Nutcracker Sweet

NUTCRACKER Bad nut. VERUCA SALT Daddy, what's happening? MR SALT Wonka, she's headed for the nutcracker! OOMPA LOOPMAS Veruca Salt, the debutante She's always screaming "I want, I want!" We hope she wants last month's chow mein As she jeté's down the garbage drain VERUCA SALT Help! OOMPA LOOPMAS Veruca Salt, the silly cow Her maddening mantra was "Now! Now! Now!" But now hang a bell on the little brute As she pas de bourrée's down the bad nut chute Yes, now she'll join the trash below So spoiled and so rotten A fish head from a week ago Some gouda left forgotten A bacon rind, some left out lard A loaf of bread gone stale and hard A rotten tooth, a reeking pear The thing the cat left on the stair Veruca Salt, the pampered miss Will now fouetté to a foul abyss So take a whiff for it's awfully ripe Her new address - the sewer pipe WONKA Stomach in, chest out. MR SALT Wonka, for God's sake, help her! WONKA I can't! The posture's terrible. OOMPA LOOPMAS Veruca Salt, the selfish tot Was never good with the things she got But it's not just vicious Veruca's fault This rancid recipe demands Another dash of Salt MR SALT Veruca, daddy's coming! OOMPA LOOPMAS Blame her father and her mother That Veruca will reside With the rubbish and the other Wasteful things she's tossed aside To the furnace we bequeath her See the squirrels as they are swarming Thought recycling was beneath her? She's the cause of global warming MR SALT G-Get away from me you- you- you dirty rodents! OOMPA LOOPMAS Veruca Salt, the wicked witch Will soon develop a nasty itch We'll soon hear the twit Screaming "Mine, all mine!" From deep down below Where the sun don't shine Bad nut