I am Adolfo Pirelli, Da king of da barbers, Da barber of kings, E buon giorno, good day, I blow you a kiss! And I, da so-famous Pirelli, I wish-a to know-a Who has-a da nerve-a to say My elixir is piss! Who says this?! I do I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street. I have Opened a bottle of Pirelli's elixir, and I say to you That it is nothing but an errant fraud, concocted fr om Piss and ink. And furthermore Signor" I have Serviced no kings, yet I wager I can shave a cheek with Ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank You hear zis foolish man? Now, please, you will see How he will regret his folly! Who's for a free shave? Will Beadle Bamford be The judge? Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors. Th e fastest, smoothest shave is the winner. Now, signorini, signori, We mix-a da lather But fi rst-a you gather Around, signorini, signori, You looking a man Who have had-a da glory To shave-a da Pope! Mr. Sweeney whoever I beg-a your pardon'll Probably say it was only a cardinal Nope! It was-a da Pope! To shave-a da face, To cut-a da hair, Require da grace, Require da fl air, For if-a you slip, You nick-a da skin, You clip-a da chin, You rip-a da lip a bit Beyond-a repair To shave-a da face Or even a part Widout it-a smart Require da heart. Not just-a da fl ash, It take-a panache, It take-a da passion For da art. To shave-a da face, To trim-a da beard, To make-a da bristle Clean like a whistle, Dis is from early infancy Da talent give to me By God! It take-a da skill, It take-a da brains, It take-a da will To take-a da pains, It take-a da pace, It take-a da grace The winner is Todd
Written by: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
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