[ Featuring Alan Rickman ]
And what may I do for you, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see, sir, a man infatuate with love
Her ardent and eager slave
So fetch the pomade and pumice stone
And lend me a more seductive tone
A sprinkling, perhaps, of French cologne
But first, sir, I think
A shave
The closest I ever gave
Oh, you're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd
'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire
From one man to the next
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher
What more
What more can man require
Than love, sir?
More than love, sir
What, sir?
Women
Ah yes, women
Pretty women
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste
Make haste, and if we wed
You'll be commended, sir
My lord
And who may it be said
Is your intended, sir?
My ward
And pretty as a rosebud
Pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Oh, nothing, sir Nothing, nothing May we proceed?
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Dancing
Pretty women
Are a wonder
Pretty women
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them
Cheers the air
Pretty women
Silhouetted
Stay within you
Glancing
Stay forever
Breathing lightly
Pretty women
Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair
Then they leave
Even when they leave you Even when they leave
And vanish, they somehow They still
Can still remain Are
There with you There
There with you They're there
Ah, pretty women
At their mirrors
In their gardens
Letter-writing
Flower-picking
Weather-watching
How they make a man sing
Proof of heaven
As you're living
Pretty women, sir!
Pretty women, yes! Pretty women, here's to
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women
Pretty women! All the
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women
Pretty women
She says she'll marry me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave tonight
You!
Judge Turpin!
There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time! Johanna, elope with you?
I'll lock her up in some obscure retreat
Where neither you nor any other vile corrupting youth shall ever lay eyes on her again!
But, sir, I beg of you!
And as for you, barber! It is all too clear what company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom for you'll have none of mine!
Mr. Todd!
Out!
