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TOBY:

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?

Are your nostrils a quiver and tingling as well at the delicate lashes ambrosial smell?

Yes they are I can tell

Well, ladies and gentlemen, that aroma enriching the bees

Is like nothing compared to its succulent source as the gourmets among you will tell you of course

Ladies and gentlemen you can't imagine the rapture in store

Just inside of this door!

There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

savory and sweet pies as you'll see

You, who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies

conjure up the treat pies used to be



MRS. LOVETT:

Nice to see you dearie

how have you been keeping?

Coo m'bounds is weary

Toby, one for the gentleman

hear the birdies cheeping

helps to keep it cheery

Toby, throw the old woman out!



ENSEMBLE:

God, that's good!



MRS. LOVETT:

What's your pleasure dearie?

No we don't cut slices

Coo m'eyes is bleary

Toby, none for the gentleman!

I put up m'prices

I'm a little leery

Business couldn't be better now!



ENSEMBLE:

God, that's good!



MRS. LOVETT:

Knock on wood!



SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Yes? What love? Quick, though the trade is brisk

SWEENEY: But its six o clock

MRS. LOVETT: So its six o clock

SWEENEY: It was due to arrive at a quarter to five and its six o clock! I've been waiting all day

but it should have been here by now

MRS. LOVETT: and its probably already down the block it will be here, it will be here have a pitcher of beer and it

should've been here by now now



ENSEMBLE:

More hot pies!



MRS. LOVETT:

Will you wait there cooling

'Cause my customers truly are getting unruly

SWEENEY: You come back when it comes!



MRS. LOVETT:

and what's your pleasure dearie?

Oops I beg your pardon

Just m'hands are smeary

Toby, run for the gentleman

down to Lover Garden

always makes me teary

must be one of them foreigners



ENSEMBLE:

God, that's good! That is delicious!



MRS. LOVETT:

What's my secret?

Frankly dear, forgive my can of firmly secret all to do with herbs

things like being

careful with your curry and that's what makes the gravy grander



ENSEMBLE:

More hot pies! More hot, more pies!



SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: What now, love? Quick, though the trade is brisk

SWEENEY: But its here

MRS. LOVETT: Its where?

SWEENEY: Coming up the stair

MRS. LOVETT: I'll get rid of the slaughters they're still pretty hott it will soon be there

SWEENEY: It's about to be open to don't you care?

MRS. LOVETT: No Ill be there, I will be there but then none will get sold if I let them get cold

SWEENEY: But we have to prepare!



MRS. LOVETT:

Oh and incidentally dearie

you know Mrs. Mooney

sales have been so dreary

Toby, poor thing is penniless

What about that loony?

Lookin sort of beery

Oh well go get them upinsin that will be thruppinsin



ENSEMBLE:

God, that's good! That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty smell such oh my god what's more that pie's good

ooh ooh ooh

ooh ooh ooh



SWEENEY: Is this a chair fit for a king?

How wondrous meet and most particular chair

MRS.LOVETT: Its gorgeous, its gorgeous

SWEENEY: You tell me where is a seat can half compare with this particular thing

MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect, its gorgeous

SWEENEY: I have a few minor adjustments

MRS. LOVETT: You make your few minor adjustments

SWEENEY: to make

they'll take

MRS. LOVETT: You take, your time

SWEENEY: a moment

MRS. LOVETT: I'll go see to the customers

SWEENEY: I'll call you

I have another friend



TOBY:

Is that a pie fit for a king?

Oh wondrous sweet and most particular thing

MRS. LOVETT: Its gorgeous its gorgeous

TOBY: You see maam why there is no meat pie can compete with this delectable pie

MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect its gorgeous

TOBY: The crust all velvety and wavy

MRS. LOVETT: The crust all velvety and wavy

TOBY: that glaze, those crimps

MRS. LOVETT: That glaze, those crimps

TOBY: and then the thick succulent gravy

SWEENEY: Then down they go

The cellar waits below

TOBY: one whiff will make me glimpse

a wonder that we surrender

SWEENEY: On with, the show



SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers

SWEENEY: Psst!

MRS. LOVETT: All set, love?

SWEENEY: Hear me

MRS. LOVETT: My heart's a flutter

SWEENEY: When I pound the floor

MRS. LOVETT: When you pound the floor

SWEENEY: Its a signal to show that they're ready to go when I pound the floor

MRS. LOVETT: Yes I know you told me you'd be ready to go when you pound the floor!

Will you trust me? Will you trust me?

SWEENEY: I just want to be sure

MRS. LOVETT: I'll be waiting below for the whistle to blow

SWEENEY: when I'm certain that you're in place

I'll pound three times

three times

To warn you

three times

that means



ENSEMBLE:

Exactly more hot pies! God!

More hot! right! More pies! More! Right!



MRS. LOVETT:

How about it dearie?

be here in a twinkling

just confirms my theory

Toby, god wash this off of here

sit and have an inkling

Toby, throw the old woman out



TOBY: (at same time as MRS. LOVETT)

Is that a pie fit for a king?

Oh wondrous sweet and most delectable thing

you see maam why there is no meat pie



ENSEMBLE:

God, that's good! That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty smell such oh my god what's perfect more that pies such flavor God

that's good!