The Contest

[Pirelli:]
To shave-a da face
To pull-a da toot'
Require da grace
And not-a da brute
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
And dat's-a da trut'!

To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
It take-a da art
I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my yout'
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By god
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will
To take-a da pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace.

[beadle:]
The winner is todd.

[pirelli:]
Sir, i bow to a skill far defter than my own.

[beadle:]
Mr. Todd. .. Strange, sir, but it seems your face is known to me.

[mrs. Lovett:]
Him? That's a laugh him being my uncle's cousin and arrived from birmingham yesterday.

[todd:]
And yet already, sir, i have heard beadle bamford spoken of with great respect.

[beadle:]
Well, sir, i try my best for my neighbors. In fleet street? Over your pie-shop, ma'am?

[mrs. Lovett:]
That's it, sir.

[beadle:]
Then, mr. Todd, you will surely see me there before the week is out.

[todd:]
You will be welcome, beadle bamford, and i guarantee to give you, without a penny's charge, the closest shave you will ever know.