Fleet Street

Making land at home
From a distant retreat
Now my only hope
Is for something to eat
“Go see Mrs. Lovett!
Down on Fleet Street!
The best pies in London!”
A young boy said to me

Swing your razor wide
High into the sky
Let the rubies fly
Fly into the night

The best pies in London
With a crust so thin and sweet
No where across the sea
Can compare to such a treat
“I think you ought to have a shave,
So you can look proper and neat,
Go upstairs to see Mr. T!”
Said Mrs. Lovett of Fleet Street

Sweeney pondered, Sweeney planned
Like a perfect machine he planned
His face was pale, His eye was odd
He traveled a path few had trod
Sweeney Todd
Sweeney Todd
The Demon
Barber of
Fleet
Street

“What can I do for you today sir?
Stylish trimming of the hair?
A Soothing skin message?
Please come sit in my Chair”
“Forgive my late arrival
Just a quick shave will be fair”
He begins to apply the cream
And just as I feel the bla-

Swing your razor wide
High into the sky
Let the rubies fly
Fly into the night
Sweeney pondered, Sweeney planned
Like a perfect machine he planned
His face was pale, His eye was odd
He traveled a path few had trod
Sweeney Todd
Sweeney Todd
The Demon
Barber of
Fleet
Street

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