Matilda the Musical Original Cast - Bruce lyrics

Bruce Bogtrotter yes, miss?
You liked my cake, didn't you, Bruce?
Yes, Miss Trunchbull, and I'm very sorry–
Oh, no, 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 are 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!

I can see that a slice, or even two, Bruce
Might've been nice but even you, Bruce
Have to admit between you and it
There's not a lot of difference in size
He can't (He can, Bruce) he surely can't
He surely can't you are the man, Bruce
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

I think in effect this must confirm, Bruce
What we all suspected you have a worm, Bruce
Or maybe your largeness
Is a bit like the TARDIS
Considerably roomier inside

He can't (He can, Bruce) he surely can't
He surely can't you are the man, Bruce
B-R-O-O-C-E

Bruce the time has come to put
That tumbly tum to use you produce, Bruce
Fantastically enthusiastic gastric juice
Oh, eat it up, lick it up, suck it up
Whatever you do
Don't chuck it up and muck it up
Come on Bruce, be our hero
Cover yourself in chocolate glory bruce
You'll never again be subject to abuse
For your immense caboose
She'll call a truce, Bruce
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

The time has come to put
That tumbly tum to use no excuse, Bruce
Let out your belt
I think you'll want your trousers loose
Oh, stuff it in (Bruce)
You're almost finished (Bruce)
You'll fit it in
Whatever you do just don't give in (Bruce)
Don't let her win (Bruce)
Come on Bruce, be our hero
Cover yourself in chocolate glory

Go on Bruce, do it

Ohh, Bruce
You'll never again be subject to abuse
For your immense carboose
She'll call a truce, Bruce
Just one more bite and you'll've
Completely cooked her goose
We never thought it was possible
But here it is coming true
We can have our cake and eat it

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah-aah

Go on Brucey!