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I am Pirelli, da king of da barbers
Da of kings
E giorno, good day, I blow you a kiss
And I da Pirelli
I wish-a to know-a who has-a da
To say my is piss? 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

He's right,
Better to throw your money the sewer
Ladies and
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the first for a magnificent

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

You see these razors? The in England
I lay against five 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 zees once seen
Cannot be forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager zees against five pounds, I do

You zis foolish man? 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
Over here, me a chair
Boy, ze basins, bring ze towels
Yes, sir,

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

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

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

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

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

To da face, to pull a da toot'
da grace and not a da brute
For if-a you slip, you nick da
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And da trut'

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

To da hair, to trim-a 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 to take-a da pains
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The is Todd
Smooth as a arse

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

Then sir, since is no means
To the second skill
I claim the pounds
To which he is entitled,

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 Mister Todd or zee Pirelli
Ready, ready

To da toot' widout-a 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 have-a to
To pull-a da widout-a da grace
You da space all over 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 you crazy

mutter 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 use-a da brains, I da heart
I have-a da grace, I win-a da

Not a twinge of pain, not a
The man's a marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Todd

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

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