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

I do, I am Mr. Sweeney
And I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's
And I say to you, it is but an arrant fraud
from piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your down the sewer
and gentlemen
Pay no attention to that
to be the first for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I serviced no kings
Yet I wager I can shave a cheek
And a tooth with ten times 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 my challenge
Or reveal as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are indeed razors
Instruments like zees seen
Cannot be forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You zees against five 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 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
Glad as always to
My friends and
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 a man who have had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

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

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da story
Of Queen
Da Queen Polan
Whose toot' was-a

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's swoon-a with bliss
An' was heard-a to
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 clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da face or even a
it-a smart require da heart
It take-a da art, I show you a
I starting in my yout'

To cut-a da hair, to da beard
To make-a da bristle clean like a
Dis is from infancy
Da give to me by God

It da skill, it take-a 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
Free charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

sir, since there is no means
To test the 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 Todd or zee great 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 da toot' widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space all da place
You try to widout-a da trace

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

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I da brains, I give-a da heart
I da grace, I win-a da race

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

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

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