Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh
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 new-found friends
That she will meet as she descends
These are Veruca's new-found friends
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
