The Contest

Ready?

Ready!

Ready.

The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner

Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
To shave-a da Pope!
Mr. Sweeney-whoever—
Oh, I beg-a your pardon—'ll
Probably say it was-a only a cardinal—
Nope!
It was-a da Pope!

To shave-a da face
To cut-a da hair
Require da grace
Require da flair
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
Beyond repair!

To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
Not just in a flash
It take a pinache
It take-a da passion for de art

To shave-a da face
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—

The winner is Todd!



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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