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