How does a master’s gore-filled sumptuous
score and a plot skimmed
Hot from a British novel involvin’ a convict,
hopped on conflict,
Washed up in London harbor
Grow up to be a bloody demon barber?
The mean barber used to bein’ Benjamin Barker
Got a lot darker by bein’ a lot odder
By seein’ a lot of trauma
By seein’ his baby mama
Swiped from the scene…
Sent screaming away from his wife and daughter
And every day while shaves were bein’ flaunted
and sauntered away
By Italian knaves, he struggled and kept his
shop up
Inside, he was longin’ for bloddy beadles
to chop up
The barber was ready for judges’ jugulars
he could mop up
Then a green finch came and linnet birds rained
Our man saw his future drip drippin’ down
the drain
Put a razor to his nasal, connected it to
his brain,
And he straight up went insane, his arm was
complete again…
Well the word got around they said “this
can’t be the same man
Sent away to prison like Valjean in a chain
gang
Get yourself a station, a place to practice
your aim,
And the world is gonna know your name, what’s
your name, man?”
Demon barber Sweeney Todd
I am the demon barber Sweeney Todd
Indeed I serve a dark and vengeful god
But the work…waits…
Judge Turpin ordered him to split, full of
it, lust-ridden
Some years later, see Turpin and his ward
just sittin’
Flushed, spittin’ as he locks her up quick,
his hair slick
Johanna’s not his daughter but c’mon that
shit is sick
Moved in with Miss Lovett, Miss Lovett would
be his newest guide
Cookin’ his victims into her pies, somethin’
new inside
A voice, sayin’
Sweeney, you’ve gotta kill for yourself
He started the bleedin’ and feedin’ every
pastry on the shelf
There woulda been several new deceased, which
only grew the feast
And nobody knew that she imbued the yeast
with just a little priest
Started workin’
Turpin was the one he saved his hand for
Slicin’ up Pirelli, practicin’ on Beadle
Bamford
Scammin’
For every neck he can get his hands on
Plannin’
For the future, see him now, as he stands
on
The bow of a ship headed for his hometown
On Fleet Street, clean sweep, cut ‘em all
down
On Fleet Street, clean sweep, cut ‘em all
down
But the work waits…
On Fleet Street, clean sweep, cut ‘em all
down
I’m alive at last…
On Fleet Street, clean sweep, cut ‘em all
down
On Fleet Street, on Fleet Street…
And I’m full of JOOOOOOOYYYYY!!!
Demon barber Sweeney Todd
We will now attend the tale for you (we attend
the tale for you)
You could never back down, you had to swing
your razor hiiiigh
Oh, demon barber Sweeney Todd
Here’s the tale that we regale for you
What happens next, well, that’s the play
You wouldn’t want us to give it away
The world will never be okay, ohhhh
The ships’ in the London harbor now, see
if you can spot ‘im
A young sailor named Anthony right beside
him
His enemies destroyed his life, his vengeance
turned him rotten
We fucked with him.
Me, I trusted him.
Me, I shaved with him.
Me, I loved him.
And me I’m the young Toby that got him.
There’s a million things I haven’t done,
but that’s the playyyyy…
What’s your name, man?
Demon barber Sweeney Todd!
