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I am Adolfo Pirelli, da of da barbers
Da barber of
E buon giorno, good day, I you a kiss
And I da Pirelli
I to know-a who has-a da nerve-a
To say my is piss? Who says this?

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an fraud
Concocted piss and ink

right, phew
Better to throw your money down the
Ladies and
Pay no attention to madman
to be the first for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I have no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a tooth ten times more dexterity
any street mountebank

You see these razors? The finest in
I lay them against pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, sir? Either my challenge
Or reveal as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are fine razors
Instruments like zees once
Cannot be soon forgotten, and a fine too
You wager zees against five pounds, I do

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

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

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

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

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da story
Of Isabella
Da Queen Polan
Whose was-a swollen

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's later-a with bliss
An' was heard-a to
all of 'em out

To da face, to pull a da toot'
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 da face or even a part
Widout it-a require da heart
It da art, I show you a chart
I study-a in my yout'

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To da bristle clean like a whistle
Dis is early infancy
Da talent to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
It take-a da will to take-a da
It da pace, it take-a da grace
The winner is
as a baby's arse

And now who's for a tooth
without charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

Then sir, there is no means
To the second skill
I claim the five
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 or zee great Pirelli
Ready? Ready,

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

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

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

Don' or back-a you go to da gutter
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I take-a da pains, I da art
I use-a da brains, I give-a da
I have-a da grace, I da race

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The a bloody marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

Sir, I bow to a skill far 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