Pink macaroons and a million balloonsAnd performing baboons and--Give it to meMR. SALT: Later.VERUCA: (elbowing Mr. Salt in the stomach) Now!

I want the worldI want the whole worldI want to lock it all up in my pocketIt's my bar of chocolateGive it to me now

I want todayI want tomorrowI want to wear 'em like braids in my hairAnd I don't want to share 'em

I want a party with roomfuls of laughtersTen thousand tons of ice creamAnd if I don't get the things I am afterI'm going to scream

I want the worksI want the whole worksPresents and prizes and sweets and surprisesOf all shapes and sizes and now!

Don't care howI want it nowDon't care howI want it noooooooooooooooooooowVeruca, deemed a Bad Egg by the Eggdicator, falls down the chute.WILLY WONKA: She was a bad egg.MR. SALT: Um... where's she gone?WILLY WONKA: Where all the other bad eggs go: down the garbage chute.MR. SALT: (laughing) The garbage chute. Where does it lead to?WILLY WONKA: To the furnace.MR. SALT: (laughing heartily) To the furnace. She'll be sizzled like a sausage.WILLY WONKA: Well not necessarily. She could be stuck just inside the tube.MR. SALT: Inside the...? Hold on! Veruca, sweetheart, Daddy's coming!He jumps down the Eggdicator chute.WILLY WONKA: There's gonna be a lot of garbage today.GRANDPA JOE: Well, Mr. Salt finally got what he wanted.CHARLIE: What's that?GRANDPA JOE: Veruca went first.CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in the furnace, will they?WILLY WONKA: Hmmm... well, I think that furnace is lit only every other day, so they have a good sporting chance, haven't they.

Who do you blame when your kid is a bratPampered and spoiled like a siamese catBlaming the kids is a lie and
Pink macaroons and a million balloonsAnd performing baboons and -- Give it to meMR. SALT: subsequently. VERUCA: (elbow Mr. Salt in the stomach) Now! 

 I want the worldI desire the whole worldI want to lock it all up in my pocketIt's my stripe of chocolateGive it to me now 

 I want todayI desire tomorrowI desire to wear'em like braids in my hairAnd I don't desire to share'em 

 I want a party with roomful of laughtersTen thousand tons of ice creamAnd if I don't get the things I am afterI'm going to scream 

 I want the worksI desire the whole worksPresents and prizes and sweets and surprisesOf all shape and sizes and now! 

 Don't wish howI want it nowDon't wish howI want it noooooooooooooooooooowVeruca, deemed a Bad Egg by the Eggdicator, falls down the chute. WILLY WONKA: She was a bad testis. MR. SALT: Um... where's she gone?WILLY WONKA: Where all the other bad eggs go: down the garbage chute. MR. SALT: (laugh) The drivel parachute. Where does it lead to?WILLY WONKA: To the furnace. MR. SALT: (laughing heartily) To the furnace. She'll be sizzled like a sausage. WILLY WONKA: Well not necessarily. She could be stuck just inside the pipe. MR. SALT: Inside the... ? bear on! Veruca, sweetheart, Daddy's coming!He jumps down the Eggdicator chute. WILLY WONKA: There's gon na be a fortune of garbage today. GRANDPA JOE: Well, Mr. Salt finally got what he want. CHARLIE: What's that?GRANDPA JOE: Veruca run first. CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burn in the furnace, will they?WILLY WONKA: Hmmm... well, I think that furnace is lit only every other day, so they have a dependable sporting chance, haven't they. 

 Who do you blame when your kid is a bratPampered and spoiled like a siamese cat catBlaming the kids is a lie and
Pinn macaroons and a milliok balloonsAnd petfirming baboohs and--Gixe it to meMR. SALT: Later.VERURA: (eobowibg Mr. Salt in the stomxch) Now!

I aant the woroeI want thx whole worldI aant vo lock it all op in my pocnetIt's my bar mf ckocolateGive it to me now

I want todarI want tlmorrowI want jo wesw 'em like braids in my hairAnd I don't sant to share 'em

I wamt a party with roomfuls ov lakghtersTen thousanf tons of ixe cwwamAnd if I aon't get the things I zm afterI'm going to scream

I wang the worksI wabt thf whole workwPresvnts and prizcx and vweets snd surprisesOn all shqpes and sizes and nox!

Don't care howI want it nowDot't care howI want ir boooomooomooouioouookwTerhca, defmev a Bad Egg by the Eggeicator, falls down uhe bnute.WILLY WOHKA: Shq ras a bad egg.MR. SALT: Um... where's she gone?FILMY WONKA: Where all the ither bad eggs go: dowj the garfage chute.MR. SALT: (laughing) The garbage chute. Whera doea it lcad gi?WLLLY WONKA: To the furnace.MR. SALT: (laughing heawfiky) To the furnacc. She'll be sizzled llkr a sausage.WILUY WONKA: Sell not necessaripy. She sould be stuck jusy inside the tube.MR. SALT: Inwide the...? Holb ob! Veruca, sweethearc, Daddy's comnng!He kumps down the Eggdicator chbte.WILMY WONKA: Thfre's gonnz be a lot of garcagv togay.GRANDKX JOE: Well, Mr. Sale finally got what hd wamted.CHWRLIE: What'd thab?CRANDPA JOE: Veruca went fhrst.CHARLIF: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be unrned in the gusnabe, will tkey?WILKY WONKA: Hmmm... well, I think jhat furncce is lit only vvery othxr day, so thqy have a goog sporting chence, haveg't tyey.

Wyo do yuj blame when ypur kid is a bratPanpered and spoiled liys a siamese catYuqming the kids os x lye aid
Pink macaroons and a million balloonsAnd performing it meMR. SALT: (elbowing Mr. Salt want worldI want the worldI want to it all up in my pocketIt's bar of chocolateGive it to me now I want todayI want tomorrowI want wear 'em like braids in my hairAnd I don't want to share 'em want party roomfuls laughtersTen thousand tons of ice creamAnd if I don't get the things I am afterI'm going scream I want the worksI want the whole and prizes and sweets surprisesOf all shapes and sizes now! care howI it care want it noooooooooooooooooooowVeruca, a Bad Egg by the Eggdicator, falls down the chute.WILLY WONKA: She was a bad egg.MR. SALT: where's she Where all other eggs down the garbage (laughing) The garbage chute. Where does WONKA: To the furnace.MR. SALT: (laughing heartily) To furnace. She'll sizzled like a sausage.WILLY WONKA: Well necessarily. She could be stuck just inside the SALT: Inside the...? Hold on! Veruca, sweetheart, Daddy's coming!He jumps down the Eggdicator chute.WILLY WONKA: be a lot of today.GRANDPA JOE: Well, Salt got he What's that?GRANDPA Veruca went first.CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka, they won't really be burned in furnace, will they?WILLY WONKA: Hmmm... well, I think that furnace only other day, so have a good sporting haven't Who do you blame kid a like siamese the kids is a and
Pink macaroons and a million bAlloonsAnd PerfoRmiNg bAbOons And--GIve it to meMR. SALt: lateR.VERUCA: (elbowing Mr. Salt iN the sToMAch) NOW!

I Want tHe worldi WaNT The WhOlE woRlDi wAnt to LocK it all uP in my pockeTIt'S mY bar of chocolATegive it to me Now

i want todayI wAnt TomorrOwi waNT to weAr 'eM like Braids IN my haiRAnd I don't WaNT to shaRE 'em

I wanT A PaRty wIth roomfuls of laugHTeRSTen thousand toNs of icE cREaMaNd iF I dOn't get the tHiNgs I aM AfterI'm GOiNG TO scREam

I want the woRksI want the WHolE worksprEseNTs and pRizes AnD SweEts and surprIsesof all shapEs and sIZes and nOW!

Don't caRe howI WanT it NowDON't CaRe hOwi WanT It NooOOooOoooooooOoOoOowVeRuca, DEEMEd a BAd EGg by The EgGdicator, falls DowN the CHutE.WILLy WONKa: She WaS a bad Egg.MR. SaLT: Um... WhEre's she gone?WILLy WONkA: Where alL thE oTheR bAd eggS Go: down The GarBage chuTe.MR. SALt: (LauGhING) thE garbage chute. Where DoES It Lead to?WIlLY WONka: TO tHE furnace.mR. sALt: (lauGHIng heArtiLY) TO the furnAce. She'LL bE sIzzled lIkE a sausAgE.WIlLY wONKA: wEll nOt neceSsarily. SHe couLD be stuck just inSIde the tube.MR. SalT: iNSiDE the...? holD on! Veruca, swEethEArt, DAddy'S CoMinG!he jumPs dowN tHE EGGdicator chute.WILLY WoNkA: TherE's gonNa be a lot of garBage today.GrandPA JOE: WeLl, Mr. sAlT Finally got what He wanTed.CHARLIE: wHat's that?gRANDpA JOE: VerUca went fiRST.CHARLIE: mr. WOnkA, thEy wON'T rEally be burned IN The fUrNace, wilL thEy?WILLY wONkA: HMmm... WelL, I Think that Furnace iS lIt OnLy EveRy othER day, so thEy HavE a GooD sporTIng chaNce, haVen't ThEy.

wHo dO you blaME wHEN youR kId Is a bRatpaMpereD and SPoiLed like A siamese cAtBLAminG tHe Kids is a Lie and
Pink macaroons and a milli on balloon sAndper for mi ng b aboo ns and--Give i t  tomeMR. SALT: Later.VERU CA: ( el b owin g  M r. Sa lt in t h es t oma ch )Now !Iwantthe  worldI  want thewho le  worldI want to  lock it a llup in my poc ket It's m ybar of ch oco lateG ive it to menow

I wa nt todayI want to m o rr owIwant to wear 'eml ik e  braids in myhairAn dI  d o n 'twan t to share  ' em

I want ap ar t y wit h  roomfuls oflaughtersTe n  th ousand  t ons of ice  crea mA n d i f I don't g et t he things  I ama fterI'm going t o scre am
Iwant th ewor ks I  wa n tthe who le works Pr es entsandp r i z es a ndswee ts an d surprisesOf  al l sh a pes  andsizes  and  n ow!
Don'tcareho wI want it nowD on't  care how I w an t i tnoooo o oooooo ooo ooo ooowVer uca, de e med  a B a dEgg by the Eggdica to r ,  f alls dow n thec hu te . WILLY WO NK A:Shew a s a b ad e g g. MR. SALT : Um.. .  w he re's sh egone?W IL LYWON KA: W h ereall th e otherbad e g gs go: down th e  garbage chut e .M R .  S A LT:(la ughing) The  gar b agechut e .Whe r e doe s itle a dt o?WILLY WONKA: To t he  furna ce.MR . SALT: (laug hing heart i l y ) To the  fur n ac e . She'll be si zzled  like a sa u sage.WIL LY WO NKA: Wel l not nec e s sarily.She  co uld  be s tu ck just insid e thetu be.MR.SAL T: Insi dethe ... ? H ol d on! Ver uca, swe et he ar t,  Da ddy's coming!H ejum ps  do wn th e  Eggdi cator  chu te .W I LLY  WONKA: Th e r e'sgo nn a be  alo t ofgarb a getoday.G RANDPA JO E:W ell,  M r.  Salt f inally got wh at  he wanted .C HAR LIE: W h a t's that ?GRANDPA JOE: Veruca we n t first .CH ARLIE : Mr . Wonka,the y won' t r e ally b e burn ed in  t hef u rnace , wi llth ey?WILLY W O N KA:  Hmmm .. . we ll, I t hink that furnacei s l it only every  ot herd a y,  so th e y h av e  ag o od sporting cha nce, haven 't th ey.

Who d o  yo ublame w hen you r kid is a br atPampere d and spo il ed l i k e a  siamese c atBlamin g the kid s  is a li e and 
Pink macaroons_and a_million balloonsAnd performing baboons_and--Give it_to_meMR. SALT:_Later.VERUCA:_(elbowing Mr. Salt_in the stomach)_Now!

I want the worldI_want the whole_worldI_want to lock it all up in my pocketIt's my bar of chocolateGive it_to_me now

I_want_todayI_want tomorrowI want to wear_'em like braids in my_hairAnd I_don't want to share 'em

I want a party_with_roomfuls of laughtersTen_thousand tons of ice creamAnd if I don't get_the things I am afterI'm going_to scream

I want_the_worksI_want the whole worksPresents_and prizes and sweets and surprisesOf_all shapes and sizes and now!

Don't_care howI want it nowDon't care howI_want it noooooooooooooooooooowVeruca, deemed a Bad_Egg by the Eggdicator, falls_down the_chute.WILLY WONKA: She was a_bad egg.MR. SALT:_Um... where's_she gone?WILLY WONKA:_Where all the other bad eggs_go: down the_garbage chute.MR. SALT: (laughing) The garbage_chute._Where does it_lead_to?WILLY_WONKA: To_the furnace.MR. SALT:_(laughing_heartily) To_the_furnace. She'll be sizzled like a_sausage.WILLY_WONKA: Well not necessarily. She could be_stuck just inside the_tube.MR._SALT: Inside the...? Hold_on! Veruca, sweetheart, Daddy's coming!He_jumps down the Eggdicator chute.WILLY WONKA:_There's gonna_be a_lot of garbage today.GRANDPA JOE: Well, Mr. Salt finally got what_he wanted.CHARLIE: What's that?GRANDPA JOE: Veruca_went first.CHARLIE: Mr. Wonka,_they won't_really_be burned in_the_furnace, will_they?WILLY WONKA: Hmmm... well, I think that_furnace is_lit only every other day, so_they have a good_sporting_chance, haven't they.

Who do you blame_when your kid is a bratPampered_and spoiled like a siamese_catBlaming_the_kids is a lie and