The Ballad of Sweeny Todd Lyrics

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
His skin was pale and his eye was odd
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
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 of goodry known.


And what if none of their souls were saved
They went to their maker impeccably shaved
By Sweeney
By Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street.

Swing your razor high Sweeney,
Hold it to the sky.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.

His needs were few and his rooms was bare,
A lavabo and a fancy chair,
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
An apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserved a nod,
Did Sweeney Todd?,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.

Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
Quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, 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 was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle

Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle

Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!

Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and avengeful God.
What happend 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...