I greet ye warmly, Mr. Todd I came to Fleet Street just to find you I need the sharpest blade you've got And special service be provided
Let me sit in this here chair Of it's dangers I'm aware
I came to die here, Mr. Todd I know you've killed so many people I'm asking you to end my road That's what I want, it's pretty simple
So much people want to eat Throw them pieces of my meat!
Chorus: Slit my throat, Mr. Todd, Don't keep me waiting Make some more pretty pies And serve them well Take your blade, don't you wait You know, I hate it Slit my throat, Mr. Todd No-one will tell
Hold your razor high, Sweeney Take his life away He wants not to live, Sweeney Serve him as he paid
Don't you want to make me die? I will be a superb pie!
Chorus.
Hold your razor high, Sweeney Take my life away I want not to live, Sweeney Serve me as I paid