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MRS. LOVETT:

There was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful...

(spoken) Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.
TODD: What was his crime?
LOVETT: Foolishness.

He had this wife, y'see,
Pretty little thing,
Silly little nit,
Had her chance for the moon on a string.
Poor thing.
Poor thing.
There were these two, y'see,
Wanted her like mad,
One of 'em a judge, t'other one his beadle!
Every día they'd nudge and they'd wheedle!
But she wouldn't budge from her needle!
Too bad,
Pure thing.
So they merely shipped the poor blighter...

I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
buried sweetly in your yellow hair,
Johanna

And are tu beautiful and pale, with yellow hair, like her?
I'd want tu beautiful and pale, the way I've dreamed tu were,
Johanna
And if you're beautiful what then with yellow hair, like wheat
I think we shall not meet again my little dove, my sweet
Johanna

I'll steal you, Johanna

Goodbye, Johanna
You're gone, and yet you're mine
I'm fine, Johanna, I'm fine

Smoke! Smoke! Sign of the devil, sign of the devil, set it on fire
Witch! Witch! Smell...

MRS. LOVETT:
Seems a downright shame...
TODD: Shame?
LOVETT:
Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice, plump frame
Wot's 'is name has...
Had...
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 tu get my drift!

No?

Seems an awful waste...
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is,
When tu get it,
If tu get it...

TODD: HAH!
LOVETT:
Good, tu 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 o seven at the most!
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!

[Simultaneously]...

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[SWEENEY]

Lift up your face,
Tilt back your chin, please.
Here, wear this bib, I'll
Shave that stubble away.
I'll mostrar tu a face,
As clean as the mornin'
And if I slip, oh, well--
That's okay!

Suddenly Sweeney
Is standing behind tu
Tormented por demons
You can't comprehend
Suddenly Sweeney
Is there to provide tu
Rest everlasting:
Sweeney's your end!


[MRS. LOVETT]

Nobody ever
Treated me kindly
Perhaps 'cause my meat pies
Taste like the sewer
I met this barber, I'll
Follow him blindly,
He'll cut their throats--
I'll help him, sure!


Suddenly Sweeney
Is standing behind me,...