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

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

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

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

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

Zees are indeed fine
Instruments like once seen
Cannot be soon forgotten, and a extractor too
You wager zees five pounds, sir? I do

You hear zis foolish man? 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, 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 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 you pardon
me a lie, was a only a cardinal
Nope, it da Pope

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

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

To da face, to pull a da toot'
Require da grace and not a da
For you slip, you nick da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And da trut'

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

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

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

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

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

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on that
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 Todd or zee great Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da widout-a 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 widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space all da place
You try to widout-a da trace

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

Don' mutter or back-a you go to da
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains, I da heart
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 five
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
Until we again

Come, boy
Signori, bellissime
Buon giorno, buon a tutti