Prelude

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
His skin was pale and his eye was odd
He shaved the faces of gentleman
Who never thereafter were heard of again
He trod a path that few have trod
Did Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street

He kept a shop in London Town
Of fancy clients and good renown
And what if none of their souls were saved?
Thew went to their maker impeccably shaved
By Sweeney
By Sweeney todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
Swing your razor wide, Sweeney!
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize!

His needs were few, his room was bare
A lavabo and a fancy chair
A mug of suds and leather strop
An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop
For neatness he deserves a nod
Did Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street

Inconspicious Sweeney was
Quick and quiet and clean he was
Back of his mind, under his word
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned
Like a perfect machine he planned
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle
Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney!
Sweeney!

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
(Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!)
He served a dark and a vengeful god
(He served a dark and a vengful god!)
What happen then, well, that's the play
And he wouldn't want us to give it away
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet street