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

I do, I am Mr. Sweeney
And I have opened a bottle of Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
from piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw money down the sewer
and gentlemen
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the for a magnificent shave?

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

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

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

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

Will Beadle Bamford be the
Glad as to oblige
My and neighbors
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 looking a man who had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

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

Perhaps, signorini,
You I tell-a, da famous-a story
Of Isabella
Da Queen Polan
Whose was-a swollen

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

To shave-a da face, to 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 smart require da heart
It da art, I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To da bristle clean like a whistle
Dis is from early
Da give 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 winner is
as a baby's arse

And now for a tooth pulling
Free without
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 Mister Todd or zee Pirelli
Ready, ready

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

Or da do and have-a to fill
To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
You da space all over da place
You try to widout-a da trace

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

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

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

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

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