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Ahh, ahh |
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Ahh, ahh |
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Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh |
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Veruca Salt, the little brute |
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Has just gone down the garbage chute |
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And she will meet as she descends |
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A rather different set of friends |
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A rather different set of friends |
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A rather different set of friends |
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A fish head, for example, cut |
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This morning from a halibut |
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An oyster from an oyster stew |
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A steak that no one else would chew |
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And lots of other things as well |
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Each with its rather horrid smell |
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Horrid smell |
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These are Veruca's new-found friends |
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That she will meet as she descends |
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These are Veruca's new-found friends |
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Who went and spoiled her, who indeed? |
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Who pandered to her every need? |
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Who turned her into such a brat? |
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Who are the culprits, who did that? |
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The guilty ones, now this is sad, |
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Dear old mum, and loving dad |