Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop

Gloop in soup

Thar she blows!

Slowly up the pipe he flows

To the Mixing Room he rises

Hope that pipe can take all sizes

If he'd listened, he would not be headed for the fudging pot

But he was not obedient, now he is an ingredient

Are they your entourage, Wonka?

No, Mr. Beauregarde, they're my workers

Cut, dice, mince, slice, time to make the fudge

Churn, chop, pound, pop, time to make the fudge

Snap, snip, whisk, whip, let your stomach be the judge

Boil, beat (hey, turn up the heat!)

'Cause everyone loves fudge

Help!

Augustus!

Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop, it's time to say goodbye

You great big greedy nincompoop, it's time to fudgify

You never tried to make a friend, but now we'll have some fun

For though your tour is at an end, our joy has just begun

Mama, I'm stuck!

Try releasing some gas!

Once ground, twice pound, time to make the fudge

Stretch, strain, cause pain, time to make the fudge (I'm tellin' ya!)

Sift, shake, then we bake and stick it with a fork

Don't throw away the scraps today 'cause we love candy pork!

I feel so lonely!

Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop, your tour is now complete

You show the meaning to your group of "You are what you eat!"

So mother, courage you must show, but please don't hold a grudge

'Cause as a boy, he was so-so, but he makes tasty

Yes, he makes tasty

Augustus!

Fudge!