CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : A Little Me
(Willy Wonka lands the elevator outside the factory. Crates are piled up by the front door containing his possessions. He explains to Charlie that he will be moving out because Charlie will be moving in. Charlie is confused – surely he’s too young to run a chocolate factory? Willy explains why he’s perfect for the job and the Oompa-loompas pop out of the packing crates to welcome their new boss.)
Goodness me, is that the time?
You’d better get ready.
For what?
Your new job.
What job?
You are the new Willy Wonka of course!
I always had a hunch it might be you.
Let’s see how you measure up.
But I don’t know the first thing
About how a fact’ry works
Perfect! You’re absolutely perfect!
And I don’t have a clue
Of what a chocolatier must do
Well, Charlie Bucket, if you did
Then you wouldn’t be a kid!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
It’s what you do not own that sets you free
It’s the lessons still unlearned
It’s the corners not yet turned
That make you you and
A little me
(spoken)
Hat.
Hat?
Cane.
Cane?
And last but not least, the Wonka Stirring Spoon!
But I don’t know the recipes
Of how much this and that
Delumptious! That makes you just delumptious!
And I’ve not seen a single fact
Of how a chocolatier must act
Well, the things you haven’t seen
Make you a fresh green bean!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
You have to dig a hole to plant the tree
It’s the books you’ve yet to read
It’s the dough you’ve yet to knead
That makes you you and
A little me
A sculptor wants no hardened clay
He wants his mud to
Bend and sway
And that is what a child can do
But not just any careless child
Too fat or spoiled
Or cra** or wild
So aren’t you glad upon review
That, Charlie Bucket, I chose you?
Well, yes, it’s quite an honor
But I’m still a bit at sea
Ahoy, then
Ba ba dah!
You’re just my boy then
Enjoy then
And I never dreamed this day
Could ever start and end this way
It’s the dreams you’ve yet to dream
That will whip your whipping cream!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
And that’s what makes you just my cup of tea
Did he say tea?
It’s your percolating mind
It’s your ears still wet behind
That make you you and
A little me
The factory’s yours, yes, that’s your prize
We’ve got a boss who’s just our size
And what a treat to watch you rise
A choc’late comet in ascent!
With sparks of sweets you’ll soon invent!
And any journey worth the schlep
Must begin with one small step
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
You’ll lead the way
To things you’ve yet to see
It’s the schemes you’ve yet to bake
It’s the leap you’ve yet to take
That makes you you
A Wonka through and through
That makes you you
And in the middle of a riddle
Where a kid’ll be a little
Yes, we agree
You’re a little
Me!
Goodness me, is that the time?
You’d better get ready.
For what?
Your new job.
What job?
You are the new Willy Wonka of course!
I always had a hunch it might be you.
Let’s see how you measure up.
But I don’t know the first thing
About how a fact’ry works
Perfect! You’re absolutely perfect!
And I don’t have a clue
Of what a chocolatier must do
Well, Charlie Bucket, if you did
Then you wouldn’t be a kid!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
It’s what you do not own that sets you free
It’s the lessons still unlearned
It’s the corners not yet turned
That make you you and
A little me
(spoken)
Hat.
Hat?
Cane.
Cane?
And last but not least, the Wonka Stirring Spoon!
But I don’t know the recipes
Of how much this and that
Delumptious! That makes you just delumptious!
And I’ve not seen a single fact
Of how a chocolatier must act
Well, the things you haven’t seen
Make you a fresh green bean!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
You have to dig a hole to plant the tree
It’s the books you’ve yet to read
It’s the dough you’ve yet to knead
That makes you you and
A little me
A sculptor wants no hardened clay
He wants his mud to
Bend and sway
And that is what a child can do
But not just any careless child
Too fat or spoiled
Or cra** or wild
So aren’t you glad upon review
That, Charlie Bucket, I chose you?
Well, yes, it’s quite an honor
But I’m still a bit at sea
Ahoy, then
Ba ba dah!
You’re just my boy then
Enjoy then
And I never dreamed this day
Could ever start and end this way
It’s the dreams you’ve yet to dream
That will whip your whipping cream!
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
And that’s what makes you just my cup of tea
Did he say tea?
It’s your percolating mind
It’s your ears still wet behind
That make you you and
A little me
The factory’s yours, yes, that’s your prize
We’ve got a boss who’s just our size
And what a treat to watch you rise
A choc’late comet in ascent!
With sparks of sweets you’ll soon invent!
And any journey worth the schlep
Must begin with one small step
It’s all the things you aren’t
That make you what you are
You’ll lead the way
To things you’ve yet to see
It’s the schemes you’ve yet to bake
It’s the leap you’ve yet to take
That makes you you
A Wonka through and through
That makes you you
And in the middle of a riddle
Where a kid’ll be a little
Yes, we agree
You’re a little
Me!
