The Ballad of Sweeney Todd: "His Hands Were Quick, His Fingers Were Strong"

His hands were quick
His fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering under the sod
Consigned there with a friendly prod
From Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street

See your razor gleam, Sweeney
Feel how well it fits
As it floats across the throats
Of hypocrites



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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