STEPHEN SONDHEIMA Little Priest Lyrics
Seems a downright shame...
Seems an awful waste...
Such a nice plump frame
Wots his name has
Nor he can't be traced
Business needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift, as a gift
If you get my drift
Seems and awful waste
I mean... with the price of meat wot it is
When you get it, if you get it
Good you got it
Take for instance Ms. Mooney and her pie shop
Business never better using only pussy cats and toast
Now a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste
Ms. Lovett, what a charming notion
Well it does seem a waste!
And yet appropriate as always
Ms. Lovett, how I've lived without you all these years
I'll never know!
Think about it
Lots of other gentlemen'll soon be coming in for a shave
For what's the sound of the world out there?
What Mr. Todd, what Mr. Todd
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Yes, Mr. Todd, Yes Mr. Todd
Yes all around
It's man devouring man, my dear!
Then who are we to deny it in here?
These are desperate times, Ms. Lovett
And desperate measures are called for
Here we are. Hot out of the oven
What is that?
Have a little priest
Is it really good?
Sir, it's too good, at least
Then again they don't commit sins of the flesh
So it's pretty fresh
Awful lot of fat
Only where it sat
Haven't you got poet or something like that?
No you see the trouble with poet
Is how do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!
Lawyer's rather nice
If it's for a price
Order something else, though, to follow
Since no one should swallow it twice
Anything that's lean?
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!
Is that squire on the fire?
Mercy no, sir, look closer
You'll notice its grocer!
Looks thicker, more like vicar
No, it has to be grocer
The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves
Do a lot of relatives favors
Is those below serving those up above!
Everybody shaves so there should be plenty of flavors
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below
What is that?
Finest in the shop
Or we have some shepherds pie peppered
With actual shepherd on top!
And I've just begun
Is the politician so oily it's served with a doily?
Put it on a bun
Well you never know if it's going to run!
Try the friar!
Fried, it's drier!
The clergy is really too coarse and too mealy!
Ah, but always arrives overdone
(spoken) I'll come again when you have judge on the menu
Have charity towards the world, my pet!
Yes, yes, I know, my love
We'll take the customers that we can get!
High-born and low, my love!
We'll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone
We'll serve anyone!
And to anyone
these lyrics are submitted by kaan
Songwriter(s): Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Rilting Music Inc.
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