Testi:
Sweeney Todd

From the east-side street, kick a tin can beat Run through the jungle, a lion, a mongrel like you. Such an easy mark for a hungry shark Lost in the haze

This is a song for a star If you really are a star Here is a song for you all Take a lesson before you fall We're caught in the middle of everything

The costumes, the scenery that make up the props The audience that lifts you when you're down The headaches, the heartaches, the packing, the flops The

May it never be said she's knockin' them dead But is there a fame, it's such a cryin' shame what they're sayin' It's more than a game that they're playin

I could love her if she were a Rolls Royce But she handles like a model - T So get her in high gear, she can't stay here with me At show time she'll

Good evening sir let me take your coat might I ask you sir your name Oh it's Mr King, well there's a thing Might I ask you sir your game You deal in

this way each one did and took his turn now its to late for the den of thieves to learn To have your beard removed by the surgeon barber Todd you sure

LOVETT: What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound? TODD: Those crunching noises pervading the air! LOVETT: Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd

Toby: Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your attention please? Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well with that delicate, lusicous ambrosial