A song that without noticing, I’m already singing!
Seems a downright shame…
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice, plum frame
Wot’s ‘is name has..
Nor it can’t be traced…
Bus’ness needs a lift,
Debts to be erased…
Think of it as thrift
As a gift,
If you get my drift!
Seems an awful waste…
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is,
When you get it,
If you get it…
Good you got it!
Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!
Bus’ness never better using only pussycats and toast!
And a pussy’s good for maybe six or seven at the most!
And I’m sure they can’t compare as far as taste!
Mrs.Lovett, what a charming notion
Lovett: Well, it does seem a waste…
Mrs.Lovett, how I’ve lived without you all these years, I’ll never know!
Think about it!
Lots of other gentlemen’ll soon be comin’ for a shave,
For what’s the sound of the world out there?
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Yes all around!
It’s man devouring man, my dear!
And [Lovett: Then] who are we to deny it in here?
Todd: What is that?
It’s priest. Have a little priest.
Is it really good?
Sir, it’s too good at least!
Then again they don’t commit sins of the flesh, so it’s pretty fresh.
Awful lot of fat.
Only where it sat.
Haven’t you got poet, or something like that?
No, y’see, the trouble with poet is ‘ow do you know it’s deceased?
Try the priest!
Lawyer’s rather nice.
If it’s for a price.
Order something else, though, to follow, since no one should swallow it twice!
Anything that’s lean?
Well, then, if you’re British and loyal, you might enjoy Royal Marine!
Anyway, it’s clean.
Though of course, it tastes of wherever it’s been!
Is that squire, on the fire?
Mercy no sir, look closer, you’ll notice it’s grocer!
More like vicar!
No, it has to be grocer—
The history of the world, my love—
Save a lot of graves, do a lot of relatives favours!
Is those below serving those up above!
Ev’rybody shaves, so there should be plenty of flavours!
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below!
Todd: What is that?
Finest in the shop.
And we have some shepherd’s pie peppered~
With actual shepherd on top!
And I’ve just begun—
Here’s the politician, so oily
It’s served with a doily
Put it on a bun
Well, you never know if it’s going to run!
Try the friar
Fried, it’s drier!
No, the clergy is really too coarse and too meanly!
Then actor, that’s compacter!
Yes, and always arrives overdone!
I’ll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!
Have charity towards the world, my pet!
Yes, yes, I know my love!
We’ll take the customers that we can get!
High-born and low, my love!
We’ll not discriminate great from small!
No, we’ll serve anyone
And to anyone