A triple cream cast for Christopher, a scotchie snorter for Otis, a sizzler for June-Marie and listen, Wonka's got a new one today. What is it? This is called a scrumdibblyumptious bar. Scrumdibblyumptious bar? How does he do it? My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims? No. Or a bird how it flies? No. They do it because they were born to do it. Just like Willy Wonka was born to be a candyman, and you look like you were born to be a Wonkerer. Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew, cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two? The Candyman. The Candyman can. The Candyman can, cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good. Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh, soak it in the sun and make a strawberry lemon pie? The Candyman. The Candyman. The Candyman can. The Candyman can, cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good. Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes, satisfying and delicious. Talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes. Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream, separate the sorrow and collect a bowl of cream? The Candyman. The Candyman can. The Candyman can, cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good. And the world tastes good, cause the Candyman thinks it should.