Christian Borle - Veruca's nutcracker sweet. Broadway edition lyrics

Squirrels: Veruca Salt, the debutant, She's always screaming I WANT, I WANT. Do you think her jetés Will still look cute, as she paso du bourees down the vas muy chute. Veruca Salt, the selfish Tot, was never good with the things she got. But Is not vicious Veruca's fault, this rancid recipie demanda another dash of Salt. Blame the nut job of a father, cause he grooveled at her feet, Now they'll see to break her backbone in our bad nutcracker sweet. Let's nuke-a Veruca. Oompa doompa dompa dee doo, hey, hey hey, Oompa doompa loompa dee day, hey, hey, hey, hey Veruca: DADDY, DADDYYYY Mr Salt: VEARUSCKA, Papa's coming, VEARUSCKAAAA Squirrels: Veruca Salt was at her pointe, now they will see dislocate each joint, her ballet career is looking grim, as we tear torn-apart from limb to limb. Bad Nut