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 regret his 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 neighbours! 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 had-a da glory To shave-a da pope Misterr Sweeney, whoever I beg-a da pardon You'll probably say-a 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 da 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 Panash 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 grace