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Musical: Sweeney Todd
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Attend the tale of Sweeny Todd. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen Who never thereafter were heard of again. He trod a path that few have trod, Did Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street He kept a shop in London Town Of fancy clients and good renown. And what if none of their souls were saved? They went to their Maker impeccably shaved by Sweeny, By Sweeny Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Swing your razor wide, Sweeny, Hold it to the skies! Freely flows the blood of those who moralize. His need were few, his room was bare: a lavabo and a fancy chair, A mug of suds and a leather strop, An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop. For neatness, he deserves a nod. Does Sweeny Todd,, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street. In conspicuous Sweeny was, Quick and quite and clean 'e was. Back of his smile, under his word, Sweeny heard music that nobody heard. Sweeny pondered and Sweeny planned, Like a perfect machine 'e planned Sweeny was smooth, Sweeny was subtle, Sweeny would blink and rats would scuttle. Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny! Sweeny! Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd He served a dark and a hungry god What happened then, well that's the play, And he wouldn't want us to give it away. Not Sweeney, Not Sweeney Todd, The demon barber of Fleet Street. [Thanks to Jill Murdoch for corrections] Back to main page: Sweeney Todd Lyrics
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