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 frinds
A rather different set of frinds

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

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 sad
Are old mom, and loving dad