A Little Priest

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Seems a downright shame
 Shame?
 Seems an awful waste
 Such a nice, plump frame
 Wot's his name has
 Had
 Has
 Nor it can't be traced!
 Business needs a lift
 Debts to be erased
 Think of it as thrift as a gift
 If you get my drift, no?
 Seems an awful waste
 I mean, with the price of meat
 What it is? When you get it
 If you get it
 Hah
 Good, you got it
 Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
 Business never better using only pussycats and toast
 And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most
 And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste
 Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
 Well, it does seem a waste
 Eminently practical
 And yet appropriate as always, it's an idea
 Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived
 Without you all these years, I'll never know
 How delectable, also undetectable
 Think about it
 Lots of other gentlemen'll
 Soon be comin' for a shave
 Won't they?
 Think of all them pies
 How choice
 How rare
 For what's the sound of the world out there?
 What, Mr. Todd?
 What, Mr. Todd?
 What is that sound?
 Those crunching noises pervading the air
 Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd
 Yes, all around
 It's man devouring man, my dear
 And then who are we to deny it in here?
 These are desperate times
 Mrs. Lovett and desperate measures are called for
 Here we are, now, hot out of the oven
 What is that?
 It's priest, have a little priest
 Is it really good? Sir, it's too good, at least
 Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh
 So it's pretty fresh
 Awful lot of fat only where it sat
 Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
 No, y'see, the trouble with poet is
 'Ow do you know it's deceased? Try the priest
 Heavenly
 Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps
 But then again
 Not as bland as curate, either
 And good for business too
 Always leaves you wantin' more
 Trouble is
 We only get it on Sundays
 Lawyer's rather nice
 If it's for a price
 Order something else, though to follow
 Since no one should swallow it twice
 Anything that's lean
 Well then, if you're British and loyal
 You might enjoy Royal Marine
 Anyway, it's clean
 Though of course it tastes of wherever it's been
 Is that squire on the fire?
 Mercy, no sir, look closer
 You'll notice it's grocer
 Looks thicker, more like vicar
 No, it has to be grocer, it's green
 The history of the world, my love
 Save a lot of graves
 Do a lot of relatives favors
 Is those below serving those up above
 Everybody shaves
 So there should be plenty of flavors
 How gratifying for once to know
 That those above will serve those down below
 Now let's see, here we've got tinker
 Something pinker
 Tailor? Paler, Butler? Subtler
 Potter? Hotter, Locksmith?
 Lovely bit of clerk
 Maybe for a lark
 Then again there's sweep
 If you want it cheap
 And you like it dark
 Try the financier, peak of his career
 That looks pretty rank
 Well, he drank, it's a bank
 Cashier, never really sold
 Maybe it was old
 Have you any Beadle?
 Next week, so I'm told
 Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and
 Notice 'ow, well, it's been greased
 Stick to priest
 Now then, this might be a little bit stringy
 But then of course it's fiddle player
 No, this isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player
 'Ow can you tell? It's piping hot then blow on it first
 The history of the world, my sweet
 Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr. Todd
 What does it tell?
 Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat
 And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd
 Who gets to sell
 But fortunately, it's also clear
 That, but everybody goes down well with beer
 Since marine doesn't appeal to you
 'Ow about rear admiral?
 Too salty, I prefer general
 With or without his privates? 'With' is extra
 What is that? It's fop
 Finest in the shop
 And we have some shepherd's pie peppered
 With actual shepherd on top
 And I've just begun
 Here's the politician, so oily
 It's served with a doily
 Have one, put it on a bun
 Well, you never know if it's going to run
 Try the friar
 Fried, it's drier
 No, the clergy is really
 Too coarse and too mealy
 Then actor, that's compacter
 Yes, and always arrives overdone
 I'll come again
 When you have judge on the menu
 Wait, true, we don't have judge yet
 But we've got something you might fancy even better
 What's that? Executioner
 Have charity towards the world, my pet
 Yes, yes, I know, my love
 We'll take the customers that we can get
 High-born and low, my love
 We'll not discriminate great from small
 No, we'll serve anyone
 Meaning anyone
 And to anyone at all
 

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Duration
07:14
Key
6
Tempo
105 BPM

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