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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 so-famous
I wish-a to know-a who has-a da
To say my is piss? Who says this?

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

right, phew
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 serviced no kings
Yet I that I can shave a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten more dexterity
Than any 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 yourself as a sham, bravo, bravo

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

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

Will Beadle Bamford be the
as always to oblige
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 only a
Nope, it was-a da

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

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

To shave-a da face, to a da toot'
Require da and not a da brute
For you slip, you nick da skin
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And da trut'

To shave-a da face or 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 da bristle clean like a whistle
Dis is from early
Da talent to me by God

It take-a da skill, it da brains
It da will to take-a da pains
It take-a da pace, it take-a da
The winner is
Smooth as a arse

And now for a tooth pulling
Free without
Me, sir, me, sir, who No one?

Then sir, there is no means
To the second skill
I claim the 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 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 da toot' widout-a da skill
Can da root
Now da still 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 space all da place
You try to widout-a 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 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. Sweeney

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

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