(Pirelli)I am Adolfo Pirelli, the king of the barbers
The barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day, I blow you a kiss
And I the so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a to know-a who has-a the nerve-a to say
My elixir is piss? Who says this?
(Todd)I do, I am Mr. Sweeny Todd of Fleet Street
I've opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud
Concocted from piss and ink
Furthermore, Signor, I have serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity
Than any street mountebank
(Pirelli)You hear this foolish man?
Now, please, you will see how he wiil-a regret-a his-a folly
(Todd)Who's for a free shave?
Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?
(Beadle)Glad as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!
(Pirelli)Now, signorini, signori. We mix-a the lather
But first-a you gather around, signorini, signori
You looking a man who have had-a the glory to shave-a the Pope!
Mr. Sweeny, whoever I beg-a you pardon
You'll probably say it was only a cardinal
Nope!
It was-a the Pope!
To shave-a the face, to cut-a the hair
Require the grace, require the flair
For if-a you slip, you nick the skin
You clip-a the chin, you rip-a the lip a bit
Beyond-a repair
To shave-a the face
Or even a part without it-a smart
Require the heart
Not just-a the flash
It take-a panache, it take-a the passion for the art
To shave-a the face, to trim-a the beard
To make-a the bristle, clean like a whistle
This is from early infancy, the talent give to me
By God
It take-a the skill, it take-a the brains
It take-a da will to take-a the pains
It take-a the pace, it take-a the grace
(Beadle)The winner is Todd!