Dodger takes Oliver to meet Fagin. Oliver notices all the
handkerchiefs hanging up and wonders if Fagin runs a laundry. Fagin
says his line of business pays a little better. With the help of his
boys, Fagin demonstrates.
FAGIN: Let's show Oliver how to do it, my dears. You see, Oliver,
In this life, one thing counts:
In the bank, large amounts!
I'm afraid these don't grow on trees,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
BOYS: Large amounts don't grow on trees.
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
FAGIN: Why should we break our backs
Stupidly paying tax?
Better get some untaxed income:
Better pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
Sing, boys!
BOYS : Why should we all break our backs?
Better pick a pocket or two.
FAGIN : Charlie, take your hat off while you're in class!
Robin Hood, what a crook:
Gave away all he took.
Charity's fine, subscribe to mine.
Get out and pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
BOYS: Robin Hood was far too good.
Get out and pick a pocket or two.
FAGIN: Watch the beat, boys!
Take a tip from Bill Sikes:
He can whip what he likes.
I recall, he started small;
He had to pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
BOYS: We can be like old Bill Sikes
If we pick a pocket or two.
FAGIN: Pay attention!
Dear old gent passing by,
Something nice takes his eye.
Everything's clear, attack the rear!
Get in and pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
BOYS: Have no fear, attack the rear.
Get in and pick a pocket or two.
FAGIN: When I see someone rich,
Both my thumbs start to itch.
Only to find some peace of mind
I have to pick a pocket or two.
You've got to pick a pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick a pocket or two.
BOYS: Just to find some peace of mind
FAGIN AND BOYS: You have to pick a pocket or two!
The boys hand over the day's takings to Fagin. Fagin tries to teach
Oliver the art of picking a pocket and rewards him with sixpence.
Oliver's now got sixpence, a home and a profession.
The next morning while the boys are all asleep, Fagin takes a box from
a trapdoor in the floor; this is his miser's hoard, which he gloats
over. His little pleasure: "a cup of coffee and a quick count-up".
Oliver wakes up and sees him, to Fagin's displeasure; he sends Oliver
off for a wash while he hides his treasure again. |
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