Mrs. Lovett: A customer! Wait! What's yer rush? What's yer hurry? You gave me such a-- Fright. I thought you was a ghost.
Half a minute, can'tcher? Sit! Sit ye down! Sit! All I meant is that I Haven't seen a customer for weeks. Did you come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if my head's a little vague-- Ugh! What is that? But you'd think we had the plague-- From the way that people-- keep avoiding-- No you don't! Heaven knows I try, sir! But there's no one comes in even to inhale-- Right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can't hardly blame them These are probably the worst pies in London, I know why nobody cares to take them-- I should know, I make them. But good? No, The worst pies in London-- Even that's polite. The worst pies in London-- If you doubt it take a bite.
Todd: Ugh!
Mrs. Lovett: Is that just, disgusting? You have to concede it. It's nothing but crusting-- Here drink this, you'll need it-- The worst pies in London--
And no wonder with the price of meat What it is when you get it. Never thought I'd live to see the day men'd think it was a treat Finding poor Animals Wot are dying in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop, Does a business, but I notice something weird-- Lately, all her neighbors' cats have disappeared. Have to hand it to her-- Wot I calls Enterprise, Popping pussies into pies. Wouldn't do in my shop-- Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick. And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir-- Even harder than The worst pies in London. Only lard and nothing more-- Is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty, It looks like it's molting, And tastes like-- Well, pity A woman alone With limited wind And the worst pies in London!