CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop
Gloop in soup!
Thar she blows!
Slowly up the pipe he flows
To the Mixing Room he rises
Hope that pipe can take all sizes
If he'd listened, he would not
Be headed for the fudging pot
But he was not obedient
Now he is an ingredient
Are they your entourage, Wonka?
No, Mr. Beauregarde, they’re my workers.
Cut, dice, mince, slice
Time to make the fudge
Churn, chop, pound, pop
Time to make the fudge
Snap, snip, whisk, whip
Let your stomach be the judge
Boil, beat
Hey, turn up the heat!
'Cause everyone loves fudge
Help!
Augustus!
Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop
It's time to say goodbye
You great big greedy nincompoop
It's time to fudgify
You never tried to make a friend
But now we'll have some fun
For though your tour is at an end
Our joy has just begun
Mamma, I’m stuck.
Try releasing some gas!
(fart)
Once ground, twice pound
Time to make the fudge
Stretch, strain, cause pain
Time to make the fudge
I’m tellin’ ya…
Sift, shake, then we bake
And stick it with a fork
Don't throw away the scraps today
'Cause we love candy pork
I feel so lonely!
Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop
Your tour is now complete
You show the meaning to your group
Of “you are what you eat”
Oh!
So, mother, courage you must show
But please don't hold a grudge
'Cause as a boy he was so-so
But he makes tasty
Yes, he makes tasty
Augustus!
Fudge!
(Augustus is gone but Willy seems more concerned about the
possible contamination of bones in his toffee. The party are shocked but nevertheless eager to carry on and explore.)
Thar she blows!
Slowly up the pipe he flows
To the Mixing Room he rises
Hope that pipe can take all sizes
If he'd listened, he would not
Be headed for the fudging pot
But he was not obedient
Now he is an ingredient
Are they your entourage, Wonka?
No, Mr. Beauregarde, they’re my workers.
Cut, dice, mince, slice
Time to make the fudge
Churn, chop, pound, pop
Time to make the fudge
Snap, snip, whisk, whip
Let your stomach be the judge
Boil, beat
Hey, turn up the heat!
'Cause everyone loves fudge
Help!
Augustus!
Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop
It's time to say goodbye
You great big greedy nincompoop
It's time to fudgify
You never tried to make a friend
But now we'll have some fun
For though your tour is at an end
Our joy has just begun
Mamma, I’m stuck.
Try releasing some gas!
(fart)
Once ground, twice pound
Time to make the fudge
Stretch, strain, cause pain
Time to make the fudge
I’m tellin’ ya…
Sift, shake, then we bake
And stick it with a fork
Don't throw away the scraps today
'Cause we love candy pork
I feel so lonely!
Auf Wiedersehen, Augustus Gloop
Your tour is now complete
You show the meaning to your group
Of “you are what you eat”
Oh!
So, mother, courage you must show
But please don't hold a grudge
'Cause as a boy he was so-so
But he makes tasty
Yes, he makes tasty
Augustus!
Fudge!
(Augustus is gone but Willy seems more concerned about the
possible contamination of bones in his toffee. The party are shocked but nevertheless eager to carry on and explore.)
