| Lyric | Musical | Song |
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| A dozen eggs, a bag of fudge. Fudge? | |
| Watching a vegetarian being told she just ate chicken | |
| We represent the lollipoop guild | |
| As Adam was about to taste the fruit the man with camera said | |
| I could say life is just a bowl of Jello | |
| Will you pay for stuff I buy and bring me cake and pie? | |
| Morning croissants, our last summer | |
| One pasta with meatless balls | |
| Come and sample Mrs Lovett's meat pies | |
| So who wants chocolates? They'd make me fat | |
| Gee I'm sorry gentlemen, I hope you wanted soup | |
| There's linguine, rigatoni, fettuccine, cannelloni | |
| Still we get the same old gruel | |
| | Lyric | Musical | Song |
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| I saw the face of Jesus in a coconut cream pie | |
| Be a table, be a sports car, ice cream cone | |
| Supposing he says your lips are like cherries | |
| Capped teeth and caeser salad, spotless Beverly Hills | |
| Look at all my trials and tribulations sinking in a gentle pool of wine | |
| He brings me bread and eggs, says I've got legs like Marilyn Monroe | |
| We got things to do, we got eggs to lay | |
| Morning Bernie, coffee please, hurry up before I freeze | |
| Life will be frozen peaches and cream | |
| But his evening rum won't go to waste | |
| Papa said to grab, and the world's your plum | |
| The snakes begin to rattle like dried butter beans | |
| And when I grow up I will eat sweets every day | |
| | Lyric | Musical | Song |
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| Now I've tasted chocolate and I'm never going back | |
| A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down | |
| A big reception in the Whaldorf with champagne and caviar | |
| There I was standing with baskets of bread | |
| He took me in, gave me a crust of bread and a job | |
| You are precisely my cup of tea | |
| Just for stealing a mouthful of bread | |
| Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery | |
| Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles | |
| I've had six cups of coffee so I'm really wide awake | |
| Flat like a chocolate eclair as you suck out the cream | |
| Your army is a bloody joke, you couldn't beat an artichoke | |
| If you offer me cream I sniff and sneer | |
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