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

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

right, phew
Better to throw your money down the
Ladies and
Pay no attention to that
Who's to be the for a magnificent shave?

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

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

Zees are indeed fine
Instruments zees once seen
be soon forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You zees against five pounds, sir? 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
here, bring me a chair
Boy, bring ze basins, bring ze
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 a you gather around, signorini, signori
You looking a man who had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

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

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

I pull it so from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's later-a swoon-a with
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 a part
Widout it-a smart da heart
It take-a da art, I you a chart
I study-a in my yout'

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

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

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

sir, since there is no means
To test the second
I claim the five
To he is entitled, right?

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

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Mister Todd or zee Pirelli
Ready? Ready,

To pull-a da toot' da skill
Can da root
Now da still 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' da grace
You leave-a da all over da place
You try to erase widout-a da

Sometimes is da case you even-a
To hold-a da clamp da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it could-a you crazy

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

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 five
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
Until we meet

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