Todd:
Signore Pirelli, I am Mr.Sweeney Todd and I have serviced no kings,
Yet I'll wager I can shave a cheek and pull a tooth
With ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank! You see these Razors?
I lay them against five pounds 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!
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean as a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God--------
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brians
It take-a da will
It take-a da Pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace------
Beadle:
The winner is Todd
Pirelli:
Sir, I bow to a skill far defter than my own
Beadle:
Mr.Todd. Strange, sir, but it seems your face is know to me
Mrs.Lovett:
Him? thats a laugh,
Him being me uncles cousin and arrived from Birmingham only yesterday.
Todd:
And yet already I have heard Beadle Bramford spoken of with great respect
Beadle:
Well, sir, I try my best for my neighbors. In fleet street? Above your Pie shop, ma'am?
Mrs.Lovett:
That's it, sir
Beadle:
Then Mr. Todd, you shall surely see me there before the week is out.
Todd:
You will be welcome, Beadle Bramford, and I guarantee to give you,
Without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know.