The Contest (feat. Donna Lynne Champlin)

Todd: [Spoken]
Signore Pirelli, I am Mr. Sweeney Todd, and I have serviced
no kings, yet I'll wager I can shave a cheek and pull a tooth
with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank!
You see these razors? I lay them against five pounds you
are no match for me.

Pirelli: [Spoken]
You hear zis foolish man? Watch and see how he will regret his folly!

Todd: [Spoken]
Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?

Beadle: [Spoken]
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors.

Pirelli: [Spoken]
Ready.

Todd: [Spoken]
Ready.

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-a 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: [Spoken]
The winner is Todd.

Pirelli: [Spoken]
Sir, I bow to a skill far defter than my own.

Beadle: [Spoken]
Mr. Todd, strange sir, but it seems your face
is known to me.

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Him? That's a laugh, him being me uncle's cousin
and arrived from Birmingham only yesterday.

Todd: [Spoken]
And yet already I have heard Beadle Bamford spoken
of with great respect.

Beadle: [Spoken]
Well, sir, I try my best for my neighbors. In Fleet Street?
Above your pie shop, ma'am?

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
That's it, sir.

Beadle: [Spoken]
Then, Mr. Todd, you shall surely see me there before
the week is out.

Todd: [Spoken]
You will be welcome, Beadle Bamford, and I guarantee
to give you, without a penny's charge, the closest
shave you will ever know.