Signor Adolfo Pirelli (Sacha Baron Cohen) - The Contest lyrics
rate mePirelli:
I am Adolfo Pirelli
The King of the Barbers
The Barber of Kings
E buon giorno, good day!
I blow you a kiss!
And I, the so famous Pirelli
I wish-a to know-a
Who has-a da nerve-a to say
My elixir is piss!
Who says this?!
Todd:
I do. I am Mr. Sweeney Todd of Fleet Street. I've opened a bottle of Pirelli's elixir and say to you that it is nothing but an arrant fraud, concocted from piss and ink. Furthermore Signor, I have serviced no kings, yet I'll wager that I can shave a cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street montebank.
Do you see these razors? I lay them against five pounds. You are no match sir. Either accept my challenge, or reveal yourself as a sham.
Pirelli:
You hear this foolish man? Now, please, you will see how he will regret his folly. Toby!
Todd:
Who's for a free shave?
Will Beadle Bamford be the Judge?
Bamford:
Glad as always to oblige my friends and neighbors. Ready?
Pirelli:
Ready.
Todd:
Ready.
Bamford:
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner!
Pirelli:
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a the lather
But first-a you gather around Signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a the glory
To shave-a the Pope!
Mr. Sweeney, whoever
I beg-a you pardon
You'll probably say
It was only a cardinal
Nope!
It was-a the Pope!
To shave-a the face
To cut-a the hair
Require the grace
Require the flair
For if-a you slip
You nick the skin
You clip-a the chin
You rip-a the lip a bit
Beyond-a repair.
To shave-a the face
Or even a part
Without it-a smart
Require the heart
Not just-a the flash
It take-a panache.
It take-a the passion for the art.
To shave-a the face
To trim-a the beard
To make-a the bristle
Clean like a whistle
This is from early infancy
The talent give to me
By God.
It take-a the skill
It take-a the brains
It take-a da will
To take-a the pains
It take-a the pace
It take-a the grace.
Bamford:
The winner is Todd!<br />
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