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Wait, your rush? What's your hurry?
You me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a can't you sit? Sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I seen a customer for weeks

Did you come here for a pie,
Do forgive me if me head's a vague
What is But you'd think we had the plague
the way that people keep avoiding, no, you don't

Heaven I try, sir
But there's no one in even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you a drop of ale?
Mind you I can blame them

are probably the worst pies in London
I why nobody cares to take them
I know, I make them, but good? No
The worst pies in
Even that's polite, the worst pies in
If you doubt it take a

Is that just, disgusting? You have to it
It's nothing but crusting, here drink this, need it
The pies in London
And no wonder with the price of

What it is you get it
thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are dying in the

Mrs. Mooney has a pie
Does a business, but I notice weird
Lately all her cats have disappeared
to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise
Popping into pies

do in my shop
Just the of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm telling you them pussycats is
No denying is hard, sir

harder than the worst pies in London
Only and nothing more
Is just revolting? All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting and tastes like, well,
A woman alone with limited

And the pies in London
Sir, is hard, times is hard