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, horrid smell
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These are Veruca's newfound friends
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That she will meet as she descends
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These are Veruca's newfound friends,
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Who went and spoiled her
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Who indeed? 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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Are dear old mum and loving dad.
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Veruca Salt Lyrics
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