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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?

I do.

I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street.

I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir.

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 10 times more dexterity,

than any street mountebank.

Do you see these razors?

I lay them against £5.

You are no match, sir.

Either accept my challenge, or reveal yourself as a sham.

You hear this foolish man?

Now, please, you will see how he will-a regret-a his-a folly.

Toby!

Who's for a free shave?

Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?

Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.

Ready?

Ready!

Ready.

The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!

Now, signorini, signori We mix-a da lather

But first-a You gather around, signorini, signori

You looking a man who have had-a da glory to shave-a da Pope!

Mister Sweeney, whoever I beg-a your pardon

You'll probably say 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 the 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 panache 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 the pains

It take-a da pace It take-a da grace

The winner is Todd!

Sir, I bow to a skill far greater than my own.

The £5.

May the good Lord smile on you.

Until we meet again.

Come, boy. Come!

Suppose it's just me gentle heart,

but I do hate to see a boy treated like that.

Congratulations, Mr. Todd.

May I ask you, sir, do you have your own establishment?

He certainly does.

Sweeney Todd's Tonsorial Parlor,

above my Meat Pie Emporium in Fleet Street.

I thank you, sir.

You are a paragon of integrity.

Well, I try to do my best for my friends and neighbors.

Your establishment is in Fleet Street, you say?

Yes, sir.

Then, Mr. Todd,

you shall surely see me there before the week is out.

You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford.

And I can guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge,

the closest shave you will ever know.

Come on, love.

It's not much of a chair, but it'll do.

It was me poor Albert's chair. Sit in it all day long he did,

after his leg gave out with the gout.

Why doesn't the Beadle come?

"Before the week is out," that's what he said.