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I am Adolfo Pirelli, da of da barbers
Da of kings
E buon giorno, good day, I blow you a
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 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 your money down the sewer
Ladies and
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the first for a magnificent

And furthermore, I serviced no kings
Yet I that I can shave a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten times more
any street mountebank

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

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

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

Will Bamford be the judge?
Glad as to oblige
My friends and
Put it there, Ready, ready
The fastest, shave is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you gather around, signorini,
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 Queen
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 swoon-a with
An' was heard-a to
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 da skin
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 da heart
It da art, I show you a chart
I starting in my yout'

To cut-a da hair, to trim-a da
To make-a da bristle clean 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 take-a da pace, it da grace
The is Todd
Smooth as a arse

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

sir, since there is no means
To the second skill
I the five 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 or zee great Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da toot' da skill
Can da root
Now hold-a da still an' you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
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' or back-a you go to da gutter
My touch is as light as 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 a bloody marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

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

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