[MRS. LOVETT] A customer! Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry? You gave me such a... fright! I thought you was a ghost! Half a minute, can't ya sit? Sit ya down! Sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks Did ya come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if me head's a little vague What was that? But you'd think we'd have 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 hardly blame them These are probably the worst pies in London I know why nobody cares to take them I should know I make 'em But good? No... The worst pies in London... Even that's polite! The worst pies in London! If you doubt it take a bite! 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 findin' poor animals What are dyin' 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! What I calls enterprise! Poppin' 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 pussycats 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!
[Sweeney Todd] Isn't there a room up there over the pie shop? If times are so hard why don't you rent it out? That should bring in something Mrs. Lovett: There was a barber and his wife, And he was beautiful, A proper artist with a knife, But they transported him for life. And he was beautiful... [Spoken] Barker his name was-Benjamin Barker. Todd: [Spoken] Transported? What was his crime? Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken] Foolishness. He had this wife, you see, Pretty little thing. Silly little nit Had her chance for the moon on a string- Poor thing, poor thing. There were these two, you see, Wanted her like mad, One of 'em a judge, T'other one his beadle. Every day they'd nudge And they'd wheedle. Still she wouldn't budge From her needle. Too bad. Pure thing. So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did, Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid. Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool. Ah, but there was worse yet to come- Poor thing. [Spoken] Johanna, that was the baby's name. Pretty little Johanna... Todd: [Spoken] Go on. Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken] My, but you do like a good story, don't you? Well, Beadle calls on her, all polite, Poor thing, poor thing. The judge, he tells her, is all contrite, He blames himself for her dreadful plight, She must come straight to his house tonight! Poor thing, poor thing. Of course, when she goes there, Poor thing, poor thing, They're havin' this ball all in masks. There's no one she knows there, Poor dear, poor thing, She wanders tormented, and drinks, Poor thing. The judge has repented, she thinks, Poor thing. "Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks. He was there, all right- Only not so contrite! She wasn't no match for such craft, you see, And everone thought it so droll. They figured she had to be daft, you see, So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see. Poor soul! Poor thing! Todd: [Spoken] Would no one have mercy on her?! Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken] So it is you-Benjamin Barker. Todd: [Spoken] Not Barker! Not Barker! Todd now! Sweeney Todd! Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken] Oh, you poor thing. You poor thing. Wait! See! When they come for the little girl, I hid 'em. I thought, who knows? Maybe the poor silly blighter'll be back again someday and need 'em. Cracked in the head, wasn't I? Times as bad as they are, I could have got five, maybe ten quid for 'em, any day. See? You can be a barber again.
I love this version. This is the first time The Worst Pies In London doesn't almost drive me insane. I can actually listen to it.
I love this one too
Dat laugh XD It scares me and makes me happy at the same time.
Mrs Lovett is Yellow Diamond!
[MRS. LOVETT]
A customer!
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a... fright!
I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down! Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What was that?
But you'd think we'd have 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 hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know
I make 'em
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!
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 findin' poor animals
What are dyin' 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!
What I calls enterprise!
Poppin' 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 pussycats 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!
[Sweeney Todd]
Isn't there a room up there over the pie shop?
If times are so hard why don't you rent it out?
That should bring in something
Mrs. Lovett:
There was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful,
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful...
[Spoken]
Barker his name was-Benjamin Barker.
Todd: [Spoken]
Transported? What was his crime?
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Foolishness.
He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing.
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string-
Poor thing, poor thing.
There were these two, you see,
Wanted her like mad,
One of 'em a judge,
T'other one his beadle.
Every day they'd nudge
And they'd wheedle.
Still she wouldn't budge
From her needle.
Too bad. Pure thing.
So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did,
Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid.
Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid!
Poor fool.
Ah, but there was worse yet to come-
Poor thing.
[Spoken]
Johanna, that was the baby's name. Pretty little Johanna...
Todd: [Spoken]
Go on.
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
My, but you do like a good story, don't you?
Well, Beadle calls on her, all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing.
Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
They're havin' this ball all in masks.
There's no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing,
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing.
The judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing.
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks.
He was there, all right-
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see,
And everone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
Todd: [Spoken]
Would no one have mercy on her?!
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
So it is you-Benjamin Barker.
Todd: [Spoken]
Not Barker! Not Barker! Todd now! Sweeney Todd!
Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Oh, you poor thing. You poor thing. Wait!
See! When they come for the little girl, I hid 'em. I thought,
who knows? Maybe the poor silly blighter'll be back again
someday and need 'em. Cracked in the head, wasn't I?
Times as bad as they are, I could have got five, maybe ten
quid for 'em, any day. See? You can be a barber again.
She is amazing
Whyd they change the key?
She's too sensual for this role..this is nightclub style
I take it you've never been to or seen a night club
@@xubs5919 I have.
Who wants pie