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I am Adolfo Pirelli, da of da barbers
Da of kings
E buon giorno, day, I blow you a kiss
And I da Pirelli
I wish-a to know-a who da nerve-a
To say my elixir is piss? Who says

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have opened a bottle of Elixir
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
Concocted piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your money down the
Ladies and
Pay no attention to madman
Who's to be the first for a magnificent

And furthermore, I serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can a cheek
And pull a tooth with ten more dexterity
Than any mountebank

You see these razors? The in England
I lay them five pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, Either accept my challenge
Or reveal as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are indeed fine
like zees once seen
Cannot be forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You zees against five pounds, sir? I do

You hear zis man? Watch and see
How he regret his folly, five pounds it is
Friends, neighbors, who's for a shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
here, bring me a chair
Boy, bring ze basins, bring ze
Yes, sir,

Will Beadle be the judge?
Glad as to oblige
My friends and
Put it there, ready? Ready,
The fastest, smoothest is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But first a you gather around, signorini,
You a man who have had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I you pardon
me a lie, was a only a cardinal
Nope, it was-a da

Perhaps, signorini,
You I tell-a, da famous-a story
Of Isabella
Da Queen Polan
Whose toot' was-a

I pull it so nice her mout'
That-a to begin
a screaming-a murder
She's swoon-a with bliss
An' was heard-a to
all of 'em out

To shave-a da face, to a da toot'
da grace and not a da brute
For you slip, you nick da skin
You da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit
And dat's-a da

To shave-a da or even a part
Widout it-a smart require da
It take-a da art, I you a chart
I study-a starting in my

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To make-a da clean like a whistle
Dis is from early
Da talent to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
It da will to take-a da pains
It take-a da pace, it da grace
The is Todd
Smooth as a arse

And now who's for a tooth
without charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

Then sir, there is no means
To test the second
I claim the pounds
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on chair
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I ain't got a
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Mister Todd or zee Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da toot' da skill
Can da root
Now hold-a da still an' you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and have-a to
To da toot' widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space all over da
You try to widout-a da trace

Sometimes is da case you even-a
To da clamp widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva, it drive-a you crazy

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains, I da heart
I have-a da grace, I da race

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The a bloody marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Sweeney

Sir, I bow to a skill far than my own
The pounds
Here, sir, and may the good smile on you
we meet again

Come, boy
Signori, bellissime
Buon giorno, buon a tutti