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Our schedule has no room for intros languid and rubato Accelerate right to the verse and play it molto presto and staccato! What zigzag roads and fickle Fates have led you to my chocolate gates? I'm sure the stories would enthral but time is racing by us all I'd love to rhyme a riddle or two but there's so Much time so little to do Please strike that! reverse it! I meant the other way It doesn't take a Sigmund Freud to see I'm charmed and overjoyed but pardon if I start to fret We've not begun our journey yet no time to borrow or delay What's here tomorrow's gone today Whoops strike that! reverse it! My tongue has feet of clay You bid the tasteless world adieu To chew the goo awaiting you but Scurry for the Wonka clock keeps ticking. Inside those doors the floors are Sweet there's rugs and carpets You can eat and best of all the wallpaper needs licking! This day of punctuality is scheduled to the Nth degree I wish that there was time to share my thoughts on make up, clothes and hair Sine qua non and entre nous. Your foot is on the other shoe. Please strike that! reverse it! Let's get on with our day You may go first but lose the wurst. That's sad because I love em. To leaad our group Augustus Gloop for who could lose sight Of him yes who could lose sight of him It's a pleasure dear to have you here where did you get that mink? Are you for real? It's baby seal that's clubbed then tickled pink. It's clubbed then tickled clubbed then tickled clubbed then tickled pink! Hey just let me in I'm here to win. You like to beat your drum. Your confidence is quite intense but just don't jump the gun. Don't jump, don't just don't jump the gun! So Mike the brain, you must explain just how you cracked my system. Shut up old coot I'm tryin' to shoot the fat kid shoot I missed him. Fat, shoot, missed him! It seems that I've left someone out. Who else is here now give a shout. Uh Mr Wonka I'm the last. Is least the last to join our cast Now messes Bucket, Salt and Beauregarde, Madame Teavee and Shatzi Gloop. You're visitors in my back yard when shepherding this tiny troupe and So I look for you to lead your future generations, I must insist you hear and heed my rules and regulations Outside my doors you're free to do the charming things that Make you you the traits that make you each a kid a mirror of Your parent's id but once inside you must obey do as I do not as I say Damn strike that! reverse it! Oh the games the mind can play. Which way to the Buffet? I'd love to lounge and lolly gag and give each tongue the chance To wag but I must get you all to sign this contract on the way time Flies to dot the Ts and cross the Is No strike that! reverse it! please ink without delay. May I see the dossier and negotiate her pay. Sir what does this contract say? Well the undersigned herein to fore cite frippery or force majeure No property be touched or chewed or peddled. De facto habeas corpus laws for you a new grandfather's clause sign There, there, there, there, there Thank God that's settled! Just sigh! So now the time has come at last to put the present in the past It's time to take the golden tour and taste the tempting treats du jour. The day is young, the sun is high and so it's time to say goodbye. Goodbye? No strike that! reverse it! The next time I'll rehearse it. Get ready, set, on your marks, let's go! You're stupid, You stink, I'm winning, you think, let's go on with the show!
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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