PIRELLI (sung)

I am Adolfo Pirelli

Da king of da barbers

Da barber of kings

E Buon Giorno, good day

I blow you a kiss

And I, da 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 (spoken)

I do. I'm Mr. Sweeney Todd from Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir and I say to you, 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 (spoken)

You hear dis foolish man? Now please you will see how he will regret his folly!

TODD (spoken)

Who's for a free shave? Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?

BAMFORD (spoken)

Glad, as always to oblige my friends and neighbours! The fastest, smoothest shave, is the winner!

PIRELLI (sung)

Now signorini, signori

We mix-a da lather

But first-a you gather

Around signorini, signori

You looking a man

Who had-a da glory

To shave-a da pope

Misterr Sweeney, whoever

I beg-a da pardon

You'll probably say-a it was only a cardinal

Nope!

It was-a da pope!

To shave-a da face

To cut-a da hair

Require a grace

Require da flare

For if-a you slip

You nick da skin

You clip-a da chin

You rip-a da lip a bit beyond-a repair

To shave-a da face

Or even a part

Widout it-a smart

Require da heart

Not just-a da flash

It take-a Panash

It take-a da passion for da art

To shave-a da face

To trim-a da beard

To make-a da bristle

Clean like a whistle

Dis is from early infancy

Da talent give to me by God

It take-a da skill

It take-a da brains

It take-a da will

To take-a da pains

It take-a da pace

It take-a da grace

BAMFORD (spoken)

The winner--is Todd!