Sweeney Todd - The Worst Pies In London (feat. Patti LuPone) lyrics

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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!

Ah sir,

Times is hard. Times is hard.

Todd: [Spoken]

Isn't that a room up there over the shop? If times are

so hard, why don't you rent it out? That should bring

in something.

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]

Up there? Oh, no one will go near it. People think

it's haunted. You see, years ago, something happened

up there. Something not very nice.