Oliver! Oliver!
Never beofre has a boy wanted more!
Oliver! Oliver!
Won't ask  for more when he knows what's in store.
There's a dark, thin, winding stairway
Without any bannister
Which we'll throw him down,
and feed him on
Cockrouches served in a canister
Oliver! Oliver!
What will he do when he's turned black and blue?
He will curse the day
Somebody named him O-li-ver!
Oliver! Oliver!
Never before has a boy wanted more!
Oliver! Oliver!
Won't ask for more
When he knows what's in store.
There’s a long, thin winding stairway without any banister
Which we’ll throw him down
And feed him the cockroaches served in a canister
Oliver,Oliver
What heavens pray will the governors say
They will lay the blame on the one who named him
Ol-i-ver！