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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

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-a regret-a his-a 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 neighbors. 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 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 da pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da graaaaaaaaaaaaace

BAMFORD, spoken
The winner—is Todd