Veruca Salt

Ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Veruca Salt, the little brute

Has just gone down the garbage chute

And she will meet as she descends

A rather different set of friends

A rather different set of friends

A rather different set of friends

A fish head, for example, cut

This morning from a halibut

An oyster from an oyster stew

A steak that no-one else would chew

And lots of other things as well

Each with its rather horrid smell

Horrid smell

These are Veruca's newfound friends

That she will meet as she descends

These are Veruca's newfound friends

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Who went and spoiled her, who indeed?

Who pandered to her every need?

Who turned her into such a brat?

Who are the culprits, who did that?

The guilty ones, now this is sad

Dear old Mum, and loving... Dad