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Grandpa Joe, how d'ya know, I'll be coming home today
With something good, something gold, something special that I can hold
Mr. Wonka How d'ya do, tomorrow morning I'll be seeing you

Charlie, what is it?
Grandpa joe, we won

Charlie, get my uniform
From high upon the shelf, and dust off all the years since it's been worn
I admit for quite a while I haven't been myself
But spread the news, a new Joe has been born

Though I haven't walked in years, change my oil and check my gears
Give my hair a clip, and whip my shaving cream
But don't, don't, don't ya pinch me Charlie
I don't want to wake up from this golden dream

Joe, what are you doing?
We are going to visit the chocolate factory
But Joe, You can't walk
I can run a four minute mile, just like I did in the 48 olympics

Josephine get the thread and needle from the kit
I'm sure the moths have had a wooly chew
And you won't have to alterate my trousers will still fit
'Cause I haven't et since I was 22

While your mother starts to dress me
And your dad can iron and press me
Press the peddle to the kettle for the steam
But don't, don't, don't ya pinch me Charlie
I don't want to wake up from this golden dream

It's a miracle, it's an accident waitin' to happen
Oh, Charlie if I'm sleeping, let me dream and I'll keep leapin'
'Cause the capity days are gone without a trace
Woah, and if I never waken, what a trip I will have taken
You can bury we with a smile upon my face

Charlie get my dancing shoes from out the Pullman Trunk
And get ready for the Bucket buck-and-wing
Joe, I don't need a pint of whiskey, 'cause I already feel drunk
You're intoxicating as the first of spring

Yes I'm creaky and I'm olden
But you're ticket oh so golden's
Got me floatin' like I'm boatin' down the stream
But don't, don't don'tcha pinch me, Charlie
I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream

Come on, Josephine, George, Georgina
Get up! Get out of bed! We're not gonna take this lying down

'Till those bloomers come in dover
Empty pocket days are over
We'll have no more cabbage suppers?
Now I'll have to wear me uppers

While the whole world travels steerage
We'll be listed in Berg's peerage
Well the first thing we should do
Is to down a pint or to

From underneath me Pullman arches
I'll need military marches
With our luck we'll play the horses
We can even get divorces
We'll be royal, we'll be posh
Does that mean I'll have to wash?
A little traveling music please
I'm surprised we still have knees
Cherry, where are you? Jerry, I'm in a shack
Where unlikely urchin Charlie Bucket has just won the very last Golden Ticket
Charlie, how do you feel?

Oh, when the sun came out today
My life was still the same
I picked the same old Barber Shop to School
When suddenly a chocolate bar was calling out my name
And showing me the Wonka Golden Rule

I never flew a kite that flies
Never ever won a race
Was always sick when they would pick the winning team
But don't, don't don'tcha pinch your
Charlie, I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream!

Take it away, Grandpa Joe
Well, I was always certain that my luck would never change
I lost the will to ever leave me bed, never to leave our bed
Oh, my four leaf clover's wilted, and my rabbit's foot had
Age, the genie in the bottle turned out dead
Quite dead, seemed like

Nobody could hear us, no parade would ever cheer us
Ah, but major luck now plays our Bucket theme
Ba Ba Ba Baa, so don't don't don'tcha pinch me, Charlie
I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream
Yes, we're feeling optimistic, now a touch so nonrealistic
Please don't startle us 'cause we must be in a trance

It's so dreamy that we hope ya
Someday visit our utopia
Why just walk in your sleep, when you can sing or dance

With both me feet back on the floor
It's like the day we won the war
And the victory is all because of you
So now Hip! Hip! Hip hooray for
Hip! Hip! Hip hooray for, hip, hip, hip hooray for Charlie
You're the one who made our golden dreams come true
Hip! Hip

Don'cha Pinch Me Charlie

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Grandpa Joe, how d'ya know, I'll be coming home today
With something good, something gold, something special that I can hold
Mr. Wonka How d'ya do, tomorrow morning I'll be seeing you

Charlie, what is it?
Grandpa joe, we won

Charlie, get my uniform
From high upon the shelf, and dust off all the years since it's been worn
I admit for quite a while I haven't been myself
But spread the news, a new Joe has been born

Though I haven't walked in years, change my oil and check my gears
Give my hair a clip, and whip my shaving cream
But don't, don't, don't ya pinch me Charlie
I don't want to wake up from this golden dream

Joe, what are you doing?
We are going to visit the chocolate factory
But Joe, You can't walk
I can run a four minute mile, just like I did in the 48 olympics

Josephine get the thread and needle from the kit
I'm sure the moths have had a wooly chew
And you won't have to alterate my trousers will still fit
'Cause I haven't et since I was 22

While your mother starts to dress me
And your dad can iron and press me
Press the peddle to the kettle for the steam
But don't, don't, don't ya pinch me Charlie
I don't want to wake up from this golden dream

It's a miracle, it's an accident waitin' to happen
Oh, Charlie if I'm sleeping, let me dream and I'll keep leapin'
'Cause the capity days are gone without a trace
Woah, and if I never waken, what a trip I will have taken
You can bury we with a smile upon my face

Charlie get my dancing shoes from out the Pullman Trunk
And get ready for the Bucket buck-and-wing
Joe, I don't need a pint of whiskey, 'cause I already feel drunk
You're intoxicating as the first of spring

Yes I'm creaky and I'm olden
But you're ticket oh so golden's
Got me floatin' like I'm boatin' down the stream
But don't, don't don'tcha pinch me, Charlie
I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream

Come on, Josephine, George, Georgina
Get up! Get out of bed! We're not gonna take this lying down

'Till those bloomers come in dover
Empty pocket days are over
We'll have no more cabbage suppers?
Now I'll have to wear me uppers

While the whole world travels steerage
We'll be listed in Berg's peerage
Well the first thing we should do
Is to down a pint or to

From underneath me Pullman arches
I'll need military marches
With our luck we'll play the horses
We can even get divorces
We'll be royal, we'll be posh
Does that mean I'll have to wash?
A little traveling music please
I'm surprised we still have knees
Cherry, where are you? Jerry, I'm in a shack
Where unlikely urchin Charlie Bucket has just won the very last Golden Ticket
Charlie, how do you feel?

Oh, when the sun came out today
My life was still the same
I picked the same old Barber Shop to School
When suddenly a chocolate bar was calling out my name
And showing me the Wonka Golden Rule

I never flew a kite that flies
Never ever won a race
Was always sick when they would pick the winning team
But don't, don't don'tcha pinch your
Charlie, I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream!

Take it away, Grandpa Joe
Well, I was always certain that my luck would never change
I lost the will to ever leave me bed, never to leave our bed
Oh, my four leaf clover's wilted, and my rabbit's foot had
Age, the genie in the bottle turned out dead
Quite dead, seemed like

Nobody could hear us, no parade would ever cheer us
Ah, but major luck now plays our Bucket theme
Ba Ba Ba Baa, so don't don't don'tcha pinch me, Charlie
I don't wanna wake up from this golden dream
Yes, we're feeling optimistic, now a touch so nonrealistic
Please don't startle us 'cause we must be in a trance

It's so dreamy that we hope ya
Someday visit our utopia
Why just walk in your sleep, when you can sing or dance

With both me feet back on the floor
It's like the day we won the war
And the victory is all because of you
So now Hip! Hip! Hip hooray for
Hip! Hip! Hip hooray for, hip, hip, hip hooray for Charlie
You're the one who made our golden dreams come true
Hip! Hip