| Seems a downright shame
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| Shame?
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| Seems an awful waste
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| Such a nice plump frame
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| What's his name has… had… has
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| Nor he can't be traced
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| Business needs a lift
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| Debts to be erased
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| Think of it as thrift
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| As a gift
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| If you get my drift
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| Seems an awful waste
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| I mean, with the price of meat
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| What it is
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| When you get it
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| If you get it
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| Ah!
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| Good, you got it
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| Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
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| Business never better, using only pussycats and toast
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| Now, a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most
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| And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste
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| Mrs. Lovett
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| What a charming notion
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| Eminently practical
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| Well, it does seem a waste
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| And yet appropriate as always
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| Mrs. Lovett
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| How I've lived without you all these years
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| I'll never know
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| (Think about it)
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| How delectable
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| (Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be)
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| Also undetectable
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| (comin' for a shave
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| Won't they?)
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| How choice
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| (Think of)
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| How rare
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| (All them pies!)
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| For what's the sound of the world out there
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| What, Mr. Todd
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| What, Mr. Todd
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| What is that sound
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| Those crunching noises pervading the air
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| Yes, Mr. Todd!
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| Yes, Mr. Todd!
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| Yes, all around
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| It's man devouring man, my dear
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| Then who are we to deny it in here?
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| What is that?
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| It's priest
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| Have a little priest
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| Is it really good?
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| Sir, it's too good, at least!
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| Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh
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| So it's pretty fresh
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| Awful lot of fat
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| Only where it sat
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| Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
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| No, y'see, the trouble with poet is
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| 'Ow do you know it's deceased?
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| Try the priest!
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| Lawyer's rather nice
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| If it's for a price
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| Order something else, though, to follow
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| Since no one should swallow it twice!
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| Anything that's lean?
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| Well, then, if you're British and loyal
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| You might enjoy Royal Marine
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| Anyway, it's clean
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| Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!
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| Is that squire
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| On the fire?
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| Mercy no, sir, look closer
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| You'll notice it's grocer!
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| Looks thicker
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| More like vicar!
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| No, it has to be grocer
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| It's green!
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| The history of the world, my love
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| Save a lot of graves
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| Do a lot of relatives favors!
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| Is those below serving those up above!
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| Ev'rybody shaves
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| So there should be plenty of flavors!
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| How gratifying for once to know
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| That those above will serve those down below!
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| What is that?
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| It's fop
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| Finest in the shop
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| Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
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| With actual shepherd on top!
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| And I've just begun
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| Here's the politician, so oily
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| It's served with a doily
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| Have one!
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| Put it on a bun.
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| Well, you never know if it's going to run!
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| Try the friar.
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| Fried, it's drier!
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| No, the clergy is really
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| Too coarse and too mealy!
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| Then actor
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| It's compacter!
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| Ah, but always arrives overdone!
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| I'll come again when you have judge on the menu
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| Have charity towards the world, my pet!
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| Yes, yes, I know, my love!
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| We'll take the customers that we can get!
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| High-born and low, my love!
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| We'll not discriminate great from small!
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| No, we'll serve anyone
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| Meaning anyone!
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| We'll serve anyone
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| And to anyone!
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| At all! |