There's no place like London
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it.
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful...
A foolish barber and his wife.
She was his reason for his life
And she was beautiful, and she was virtuous.
And he was nieve.
And she would fall !
So Soft !
So Young !
So lost and oh so beautiful !
Ah, sir
Times is hard.
Times is hard.
Speak to me friend.
Whisper...
I'll listen.
We'll do wonders.
Won't we ?
You there my friends
I'm your friend too, Mr Todd
'Til now your shine
Do they shine beautiful ?
Ladies and gentleman,
May I have your attention please
When you get it,
If you get it...
HAH!
Good, you got it!
Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
No, we'll serve anyone,
Meaning anyone,
And to anyone
At all!
I feel you,
Johanna!
And one day,
I'll steal you!
First, sir, I think—a shave.
The closest I ever gave.
You are in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd.
'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire
From one man to the next.
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.
What more,
What more can man require—
Than love, sir?
More than love, sir ?
What, sir?
Women.
Ah yes, women.
Pretty women.
I had him!... No I had him!
Now we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I.
You sir - ANYBODY !!!
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!
Nothing's gonna harm you,
Not while I'm around.