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Todd:
Signore Pirelli, I am Mr.Sweeney Todd and I have serviced no kings,
Yet I'll wadger I can shave a cheek and pull and tooth
with ten times more dexterity than any street mounterbank! You see these Razors?
I lay them against five ounds you are no match for me.
Pirelli:
You hear this foolish man? Watch and see how he will regret his folly.
Todd:
will Beadle Bamford be the judge?
Beadle:
Gladly, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.
Pirelli:
REady?
Todd:
Ready.
Pirelli:
To shave-a da face,
to pull-a da toot,
Require da grace
and not-a da brute
For if you slip and nick-a da skin,
you clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
And dats-a da trut!
To shave-a da face
or even a part
Widout it-a smart
require da heart
it takes-a da art
I show you a chrt
I study-a starting in my yout!
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Alms Alms
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could you tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward...
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up.
So don't you go trespassin' there or it’s a good whipping for you
or any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush.
Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that you got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
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Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing or merely aloaming?
Are you discussing?
Or fussing?
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages
singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
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