Patti LuPone - A Little Priest (duet with Michael Cerveris) lyrics

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Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Well you know me

Bright idea just popped into me head

And I keep thinking

Seems a down right shame

Todd:[Spoken]

Shame?

Mrs. Lovett:

Seems and awful waste

Such a nice plump frame

What's his name has--

Had, has

Nor it can't be traced

Business needs a lift

Debts to be erased

Think of it as thrift

As a gift, if you get my drift

No?

Seems a awful waste--

I mean, with the price of meat

What it is

when get it

If you get it

Todd:

Aah!

Good you got it

Take for instance Mrs. Mooney

And her pie shop

Business never better

Using only pussycats and toast

Now a pussy's good for maybe

Six or seven at the most

And I'm sure they can't compare

As far as taste

Todd:

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion Mrs. Lovett:

Eminently practical Well it does seem a waste

And yet appropriate as always

Mrs. Lovett, how I did without you

All these years,

I'll never know!

Think about it,

How delectable! Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be comin'

Also undetectable For a shave, won't they?

How choice Think of all them

How rare Pies!

For what's the sound of the

World out there?

Mrs. Lovett:

What, Mr. Todd?

What, Mr. Todd?

What is that sound?

Todd:

Those crunching noises

Pervading the air!

Mrs. Lovett:

Yes, Mr. Todd

Yes, Mr. Todd

Yes all around!

Todd:

It's man devouring, man, my dear

Both:

Then who are we to deny it in here?

Todd: [Spoken]

Ah, these are desperate times Mrs. Lovett,

and desperate measures are called for

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Here we are!

Hot from the oven

Todd: [Spoken]

What is that?

Mrs. Lovett:

It's priest

Have a little priest

Todd:

Is it really good?

Mrs. Lovett:

Sir, it's too good, at least

Then again they don't commit

Sins of the flesh

So it's pretty fresh

Todd: [Spoken]

Awful lot of fat

Mrs. Lovett:

Only where it sat

Todd:

Haven't you got poet

Or something like that?

Mrs. Lovett:

No, y'see the trouble with poet

Is how do you it's deceased?

Try the priest!

Todd: [Spoken]

Mmm, heavenly!

Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps

But then not as bland as curate, either

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

And good for business

Always leaves you wanting more

Trouble is we only get it on Sundays

Lawyer's rather nice!

Todd:

It is for a price

Mrs. Lovett:

Order something else though to follow

Since no one should swallow twice

Todd:

Anything that's lean

Mrs. Lovett:

Well, then, if your British and loyal

You might enjoy royal marine

Anyway, it's clean

Though, of course,

It tastes of wherever it's been!

Todd:

Is that squire on the fire?

Mrs. Lovett:

Mercy, no sir, look closer

You'll notice it's grocer!

Todd:

Looks thicker

More like vicar

Mrs. Lovett:

No, it has to be grocer

It's green!

Todd:

The history of the world, my love

Mrs. Lovett:

Save a lot of graves

Do a lot of relatives favors

Todd:

Is those bellow serving those up above!

Mrs. Lovett:

Everybody shaves

so there should be plenty of flavors!

Todd:

How gratifying for once to know

Both:

That those above will serve those down bellow!

Mrs. Lovett:

Now, let's see Todd:

We've got tinker? Something pinker

Taylor? Something paler

Potter? Something hotter?

Butler? Something... subtler

Locksmith? Oh...

Lovely bit of clerk

Todd:

Maybe for a lark

Mrs. Lovett:

The again there's sweep

If you want it cheap

And you like it dark

Try the financier

Peak of his career

Todd:

Ugh, that looks pretty rank

Mrs. Lovett:

Well, he drank

No, it's bank cashier

Never really sold

Maybe it was old

Todd:

Have you any Beadle?

Mrs. Lovett:

Next week, so I'm told

Beadle isn't bad till you smell it

And notice how well it's been greased

Stick to priest

[Spoken]

Now this may be a but stringy

But the of course it's fiddle player

Todd: [Spoken]

That's not fiddle player

That's piccolo player

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

How can you tell?

Todd: [Spoken]

It's pipping hot!

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Then blow on it first!

Todd:

The history of the world, my sweet

Mrs. Lovett:

Oh, Mr. Todd

Ooh, Mr. Todd

What does it tell?

Todd:

It's who gets eaten

And who gets to eat

Mrs. Lovett:

And Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd

Who gets to sell

Todd:

But fortunately it's all so clear

Both:

That everybody goes down well with beer!

Mrs. Lovett:

Since marine doesn't appeal to you

How about rear admiral?

Todd:

Too salty

I prefer general

Mrs. Lovett:

With or without his privates

With is extra...

Todd:

What is that?

Mrs. Lovett:

It's fop-- finest in the shop

Or we have shepherd's pie peppered

With actual shepherd on top

And I've just began

That's a politician so oily

It's served with doily

Not one

Todd:

Put it on a bun

Well you never know if it's going to run

Mrs. Lovett:

Try the friar-- fried is drier!

Todd:

No, the clergy is really

Too coarse and too mealy

Mrs. Lovett:

Then actor-- that's compacter

Todd:

Yes, and always arrives overdone

I'll come again when you have judge on the menu!

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Wait, true we don't have judge yet

But would you settle for the next best thing?

Todd: [Spoken]

What's that?

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Executioner!

Todd:

Have charity towards the world, my pet

Mrs. Lovett:

Yes, yes I know, my love!

Todd:

We'll take the costumers that we can get!

Mrs. Lovett:

High born and low, my love

Todd:

We'll not discriminate great from small

No, we'll serve anyone

Both:

Meaning anyone

And to anyone

At all!