A Little Priest Lyrics - Sweeney Todd

Seems a downright shame 

Shame? 

Seems an awful waste 

Such a nice, plump frame 

Wot's his name has 

Had 

Has 

Nor it can't be traced! 

Business needs a lift 

Debts to be erased 

Think of it as thrift as a gift 

If you get my drift, no? 

Seems an awful waste 

I mean, with the price of meat 

What it is? When you get it 

If you get it 

Hah 

Good, you got it 

Take for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop 

Business never better using only pussycats and toast 

And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most 

And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste 

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion 

Well, it does seem a waste 

Eminently practical 

And yet appropriate as always, it's an idea 

Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived 

Without you all these years, I'll never know 

How delectable, also undetectable 

Think about it 

Lots of other gentlemen'll 

Soon be comin' for a shave 

Won't they? 

Think of all them pies 

How choice 

How rare 

For what's the sound of the world out there? 

What, Mr. Todd? 

What, Mr. Todd? 

What is that sound? 

Those crunching noises pervading the air 

Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd 

Yes, all around 

It's man devouring man, my dear 

And then who are we to deny it in here? 

These are desperate times 

Mrs. Lovett and desperate measures are called for 

Here we are, now, hot out of the oven 

What is that? 

It's priest, have a little priest 

Is it really good? Sir, it's too good, at least 

Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh 

So it's pretty fresh 

Awful lot of fat only where it sat 

Haven't you got poet, or something like that? 

No, y'see, the trouble with poet is 

'Ow do you know it's deceased? Try the priest 

Heavenly 

Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps 

But then again 

Not as bland as curate, either 

And good for business too 

Always leaves you wantin' more 

Trouble is 

We only get it on Sundays 

Lawyer's rather nice 

If it's for a price 

Order something else, though to follow 

Since no one should swallow it twice 

Anything that's lean 

Well then, if you're British and loyal 

You might enjoy Royal Marine 

Anyway, it's clean 

Though of course it tastes of wherever it's been 

Is that squire on the fire? 

Mercy, no sir, look closer 

You'll notice it's grocer 

Looks thicker, more like vicar 

No, it has to be grocer, it's green 

The history of the world, my love 

Save a lot of graves 

Do a lot of relatives favors 

Is those below serving those up above 

Everybody shaves 

So there should be plenty of flavors 

How gratifying for once to know 

That those above will serve those down below 

Now let's see, here we've got tinker 

Something pinker 

Tailor? Paler, Butler? Subtler 

Potter? Hotter, Locksmith? 

Lovely bit of clerk 

Maybe for a lark 

Then again there's sweep 

If you want it cheap 

And you like it dark 

Try the financier, peak of his career 

That looks pretty rank 

Well, he drank, it's a bank 

Cashier, never really sold 

Maybe it was old 

Have you any Beadle? 

Next week, so I'm told 

Beadle isn't bad till you smell it and 

Notice 'ow, well, it's been greased 

Stick to priest 

Now then, this might be a little bit stringy 

But then of course it's fiddle player 

No, this isn't fiddle player, it's piccolo player 

'Ow can you tell? It's piping hot then blow on it first 

The history of the world, my sweet 

Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr. Todd 

What does it tell? 

Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat 

And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd 

Who gets to sell 

But fortunately, it's also clear 

That, but everybody goes down well with beer 

Since marine doesn't appeal to you 

'Ow about rear admiral? 

Too salty, I prefer general 

With or without his privates? 'With' is extra 

What is that? It's fop 

Finest in the shop 

And we have some shepherd's pie peppered 

With actual shepherd on top 

And I've just begun 

Here's the politician, so oily 

It's served with a doily 

Have one, put it on a bun 

Well, you never know if it's going to run 

Try the friar 

Fried, it's drier 

No, the clergy is really 

Too coarse and too mealy 

Then actor, that's compacter 

Yes, and always arrives overdone 

I'll come again 

When you have judge on the menu 

Wait, true, we don't have judge yet 

But we've got something you might fancy even better 

What's that? Executioner 

Have charity towards the world, my pet 

Yes, yes, I know, my love 

We'll take the customers that we can get 

High-born and low, my love 

We'll not discriminate great from small 

No, we'll serve anyone 

Meaning anyone 

And to anyone at all