Attend the tale
of Sweeney Todd
His skin was pale
And his eye was odd
He shaved the faces
of gentlemen
Who never thereafter
were heard of again
He trod a path
That few have trod
Did Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber of
Fleet Street
He kept a shop
in London Town
of fancy clients
And good renown
And what if none of their
souls were saved
They went to their Maker
impeccably shaved
By Sweeney
By Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber
of Fleet Street
Swing your razor wide
Sweeney
Hold it to the skies
Freely flows the blood
of those who moralize
His needs were few
His room was bare
A lavabo and a fancy chair
A mug of suds
And a leather strop
An apron a towel
A pail and a mop
For neatness
He deserved a nod
Did Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber
of Fleet Street
Inconspicuous Sweeney
was quick and quite
And clean 'e was
Back of his smile
Under his word
Sweeney heard music
that nobody heard
Sweeney pondered
And Sweeney planned
Like a perfect machine
'e planned
Sweeney was smooth
Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink
And rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth
Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink
And rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth
Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink
And rats would scuttle
Sweeney Sweeney
Sweeney Sweeney
Sweeney
Attend the tale
of Sweeney Todd
Attend the tale
of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark
and a vengeful God
He served a dark
and a vengeful God
What happened then
Well that's the play
And he wouldn't want us
to give it away
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber
of Fleet Street