Brooce Bogtrotter
Yes, Miss?
You liked my cake, didn't you, Brooce?
Yes, Miss.Trunchbull.
And I'm very sorry that...
Oh no, no, no, no...
As long as you enjoyed the cake.
That's the main thing.
Is it?
Yes, Bogtrotter. It is.
Oh... Well... I did... thank you...
Wonderful. Marvellous.
That makes me so happy.
It gives me a warm glow in my lower intestine.
Oh, Cook?
What's the matter, Bogtrotter? Lost your appetite?
Well... Yes... I'm full...
Oh no, you're not full.
I'll tell you when you are full,
And I say that criminals like you
Are not full until you have eaten the entire cake.
But-
No buts! You haven't got time for but. Eat.
But I can't eat it all...
Headmistress, he'll be sick...
He should have thought of that
Before he made a pact with Satan and decided to steal my cake!
Eat!
He can't!
Eat!
He surely can't!
Eat!
He might explode!
EAT!
A single slice
Or even two, Brooce
Might have been nice
But even you, Brooce
Have to admit
Between you and it
There's not a lot of difference in size
He can't
He can, Brooce
He surely can't
He surely can't
You are the man, Brooce
He might explode
He's quite elastic
He's going to blow, make him stop
He's fantastic, look at him go
I can't watch
And we made a bet
This must confirm, Brooce
But we all suspected
You have a worm, Brooce
Or maybe your largeness is like a TARDIS-
Considerably roomier inside
He can't
He can, Brooce
He surely can't
He surely can't
You are the man, Brooce
B-R-O-O-C-E, Brooce!
You'll never again be subject to abuse
For your immense caboose
She'll call a truce, Brooce
With every swallow you are tightening the noose
We never thought it was possible
But here it is coming true
We can have our cake and eat it too(se)
The time has come
To put that tumbly tum to use
No excuse, Brooce
Let out your belt
I think you'll want your trousers loose
Oh stuff it in (Brooce)
You're almost finished (Brooce)
You'll fit it in
Whatever you do just don't give in
Don't let her win
Come on, Brooce, be a hero
Cover yourself in chocolate glory
Too much, it's just too much
(Come on Brooce, do it!)
Silence!
Oh, Brooce!
You'll never again be subject to abuse
For your immense caboose
She'll call a truce, Brooce
Just one more bite and you'll have
Completely cooked her goose
We never thought it was possible
But here it is coming true
We can have our cake and eat it...
Aaah..
Aaah...
Aaah....
Aaah...Aaah......
Aaah, bracing!