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I am Adolfo Pirelli, da of da barbers
Da of kings
E giorno, good day, I blow you a kiss
And I da so-famous
I wish-a to know-a who has-a da
To say my is piss? Who says this?

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have opened a bottle of Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
Concocted from and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your money down the
and gentlemen
Pay no to that madman
Who's to be the first for a shave?

And furthermore, I have serviced no
Yet I wager I can shave a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten more dexterity
Than any street

You see razors? The finest in England
I lay against five pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, Either accept my challenge
Or yourself as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are indeed fine
Instruments like once seen
be soon forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager zees against five pounds, I do

You hear zis foolish Watch and see
How he regret his folly, five pounds it is
Friends, neighbors, who's for a shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
Over here, me a chair
Boy, ze basins, bring ze towels
Yes, sir,

Will Beadle Bamford be the
as always to oblige
My and neighbors
Put it there, ready? Ready,
The fastest, shave is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you around, signorini, signori
You a man who have had a
Da glory to da Pope

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I beg-a you
Call me a lie, was a only a
Nope, it was-a da

Perhaps, signorini,
You I tell-a, da famous-a story
Of Isabella
Da of-a Polan
Whose toot' was-a

I pull it so nice her mout'
though to begin
She's a murder
later-a swoon-a with bliss
An' was to shout
all of 'em out

To shave-a da face, to pull a da
Require da grace and not a da
For if-a you slip, you nick da
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da face or even a
Widout it-a smart require da
It da art, I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my

To cut-a da hair, to da beard
To make-a da clean like a whistle
Dis is from early
Da give to me by God

It take-a da skill, it da brains
It take-a da to take-a da pains
It take-a da pace, it da grace
The is Todd
Smooth as a baby's

And now for a tooth pulling
Free charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

Then sir, there is no means
To test the skill
I claim the pounds
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on chair
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I got a twinge
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Mister Todd or zee great
Ready, ready

To da toot' widout-a da skill
Can damage da
Now hold-a da still an' if-a you
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and have-a to
To pull-a da toot' da grace
You da space all over da place
You try to erase widout-a da

Sometimes is da case you kill
To hold-a da widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it could-a drive-a you

Don' mutter or you go to da gutter
My touch is as as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I da brains, I give-a da heart
I have-a da grace, I win-a da

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The man's a bloody
The two-time winner, Mr. Todd

Sir, I bow to a far defter than my own
The pounds
Here, sir, and may the Lord smile on you
we meet again

Come, boy
Signori, signorini
Buon giorno, giorno a tutti