No Place Like London

I have sailed the world
Beheld it's wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London
I feel home again
I could hear the city bells ring
What ever I would do

No there's no place like London!

Mr. Todd, sir!

You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn

It is here we go our several ways
Farewell, Anthony
I will not soon forget the good Ship Bountiful
Nor the young man who saved my life

Alms, alms
For a miserable woman
On a miserable, chilly morning
Thank you, sir, thank you

How would you like a little muff, dear?
A little jig-jig
A little bounce-around-the-bush
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear, like you got plenty there to push!

Alms, alms
For a pitiful woman
What's got wandering wits, I—
Don't I know you, mister?

Must you glare at me, woman?
Off with you, off, I say!

The how would ya like to sniff me muff, mister
We'll go jig-jig
A little—

Off, I said, to the devil with you!

Alms, alms
For a desperate woman ...

Pardon me, sir, but there's no need to fear the likes of her
She was only a huff-crazed beggar woman
London's full of them

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
Turning beauty to filth and greed
I too have sailed the world and seen it's wonders
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
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