Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen,
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod, did Sweeney Todd.
The Demon Barber of fleet Street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown.
And what if none of their souls were saved?
They went to their maker impeccably shaved
by Sweeney, by Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of fleet Street.
Swing your razor wide Sweeney!
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize!
His needs were few, his room was bare.
A lavabo and a fancy chair,
a mug of suds and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
does Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was.
Quick and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered, and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned.
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle.
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was.
Quick and quiet and clean he was.
Was Sweeney!Sweeney!Sweeney!Swee~ney~!
Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd
Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and a vengeful god.
He served a dark and a vengeful god.
What happened then?
Well that's the play
and he wouldn't want us to give it away.
Not Sweeney, Not Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of fleet Street.