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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 Pirelli
I to know-a who has-a da nerve-a
To say my elixir is piss? Who says

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

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

And furthermore, I have no kings
Yet I wager that I can 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 me, sir? Either accept my challenge
Or yourself as a sham, bravo, bravo

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

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

Will Beadle 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 looking a man who had a
Da glory to da Pope

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

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

I it so nice from her mout'
though to begin
She's a murder
She's later-a swoon-a bliss
An' was to shout
all of 'em out

To shave-a da face, to pull a da
da grace and not a da brute
For you slip, you nick da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

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

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To make-a da clean like a whistle
Dis is early infancy
Da give to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
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 No one?

Then sir, since there is no
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 ain't got a
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 damage da
Now hold-a da an' if-a you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or da do and have-a to fill
To pull-a da toot' da grace
You leave-a da all over da place
You try to erase da trace

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

Don' mutter or back-a you go to da
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I take-a da pains, I da art
I da brains, I give-a da heart
I have-a da grace, I win-a da

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

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

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