a little priest

• sweeney todd'un soundtrack'inden bir parca..
  
  mrs. lovett:
  seems a downright shame...
  todd: shame?
  lovett:
  seems an awful waste...
  such a nice, plump frame
  wot's 'is name has...
  had...
  has!
  nor it can't be traced...
  bus'ness needs a lift,
  debts to be erased...
  think of it as thrift,
  as a gift,
  if you get my drift!
  
  no?
  
  seems an awful waste...
  i mean, with the price of meat
  what it is,
  when you get it,
  if you get it...
  
  todd: hah!
  lovett:
  good, you got it!
  
  take, for instance, mrs. mooney and her pie shop!
  bus'ness never better using only pussycats and toast!
  and a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most!
  and i'm sure they can't compare as far as taste!
  
  [simultaneously]
  
  todd:
  mrs. lovett, what a charming notion
  lovett:
  well, it does seem a waste...
  
  todd:
  eminently practical
  and yet appropriate as always!
  lovett:
  it's an idea...
  
  todd:
  mrs. lovett, how i've lived
  without you all these years, i'll never know!
  how delectable!
  also undetectable!
  lovett:
  think about it!
  lots of other gentlemen'll
  soon be comin' for a shave,
  won't they?
  think of
  all them
  pies!
  
  todd:
  how choice!
  
  how
  rare!
  
  todd:
  for what's the sound of the world out there?
  lovett:
  what, mr. todd?
  what, mr. todd?
  what is that sound?
  todd:
  those crunching noises pervading the air!
  lovett:
  yes, mr. todd!
  yes, mr. todd!
  yes, all around!
  todd:
  it's man devouring man, my dear!
  both:
  and [lovett: then] who are we to deny it in here?
  
  todd: (spoken) these are desperate times,
  mrs. lovett, and desperate measures are called for!
  lovett: here we are, now! hot out of the oven!
  todd: what is that?
  
  lovett:
  it's priest. have a little priest.
  todd:
  is it really good?
  lovett:
  sir, it's too good, at least!
  then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,
  so it's pretty fresh.
  todd:
  awful lot of fat.
  lovett:
  only where it sat.
  todd:
  haven't you got poet, or something like that?
  lovett:
  no, y'see, the trouble with poet is
  'ow do you know it's deceased?
  try the priest!
  
  todd: (spoken) heavenly!
  not as hearty as bishop, perhaps,
  but then again, not as bland as curate, either!
  
  lovett:
  and good for business, too -- always leaves you wantin' more!
  trouble is, we only get it on sundays!
  
  lawyer's rather nice.
  todd:
  if it's for a price.
  lovett:
  order something else, though, to follow,
  since no one should swallow it twice!
  todd:
  anything that's lean.
  lovett:
  well, then, if you're british and loyal,
  you might enjoy royal marine!
  anyway, it's clean.
  though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been!
  todd:
  is that squire,
  on the fire?
  lovett:
  mercy no, sir, look closer,
  you'll notice it's grocer!
  todd:
  looks thicker,
  more like vicar!
  lovett:
  no, it has to be grocer --
  it's green!
  
  todd:
  the history of the world, my love --
  lovett:
  save a lot of graves,
  do a lot of relatives favors!
  todd:
  is those below serving those up above!
  lovett:
  ev'rybody shaves,
  so there should be plenty of flavors!
  todd:
  how gratifying for once to know
  both:
  that those above will serve those down below!
  
  lovett: (spoken) now let's see, here... we've got tinker.
  todd: something... pinker.
  lovett: tailor?
  todd: paler.
  lovett: butler?
  todd: subtler.
  lovett: potter?
  todd: hotter.
  lovett: locksmith?
  
  lovely bit of clerk.
  todd:
  maybe for a lark.
  lovett:
  then again there's sweep
  if you want it cheap
  and you like it dark!
  try the financier,
  peak of his career!
  todd:
  that looks pretty rank.
  lovett:
  well, he drank,
  it's a bank
  cashier.
  never really sold.
  maybe it was old.
  todd:
  have you any beadle?
  lovett:
  next week, so i'm told!
  beadle isn't bad till you smell it and
  notice 'ow well it's been greased...
  stick to priest!
  
  (spoken) now then, this might be a little bit stringy,
  but then of course it's... fiddle player!
  todd: no, this isn't fiddle player -- it's piccolo player!
  lovett: 'ow can you tell?
  todd: it's piping hot!
  lovett: then blow on it first!
  
  todd:
  the history of the world, my sweet --
  lovett:
  oh, mr. todd,
  ooh, mr. todd,
  what does it tell?
  todd:
  is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat!
  lovett:
  and, mr. todd,
  too, mr. todd,
  who gets to sell!
  todd:
  but fortunately, it's also clear
  both:
  that [l: but] ev'rybody goes down well with beer!
  
  lovett: (spoken)
  since marine doesn't appeal to you, 'ow about... rear admiral?
  todd: too salty. i prefer general.
  lovett: with, or without his privates? "with" is extra.
  
  todd: what is that?
  lovett:
  it's fop.
  finest in the shop.
  and we have some shepherd's pie peppered
  with actual shepherd on top!
  and i've just begun --
  here's the politician, so oily
  it's served with a doily,
  have one!
  todd:
  put it on a bun.
  well, you never know if it's going to run!
  lovett:
  try the friar,
  fried, it's drier!
  todd:
  no, the clergy is really
  too coarse and too mealy!
  lovett:
  then actor,
  that's compacter!
  todd:
  yes, and always arrives overdone!
  i'll come again when you have judge on the menu!
  
  lovett: (spoken) wait! true, we don't have judge yet,
  but we've got something you might fancy even better.
  todd: what's that?
  lovett: executioner!
  
  todd:
  have charity towards the world, my pet!
  lovett:
  yes, yes, i know, my love!
  todd:
  we'll take the customers that we can get!
  lovett:
  high-born and low, my love!
  todd:
  we'll not discriminate great from small!
  no, we'll serve anyone,
  meaning anyone,
  both:
  and to anyone
  at all!