Stephen Sondheim The Worst Pies In London Lyrics

[Mrs. Lovett]

A customer!
Wait! What's your rush?
What's your hurry?
You gave me such a...
fright! I thought you was a ghost!
Half a minute, can't ya sit?
Sit ya down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for
weeks.
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head's a little vague.
Ugh!
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague.
From the way that people
keep avoiding!
No you don't!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale!
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can hardly blame them!
These are probably the worst pies in London.
I know why nobody cares to take them!
I should know!
I make them!
But good? No...
The worst pies in London...
Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
If you doubt it take a bite!

Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it!
It's nothing but crusting!
Here drink this, you'll need it. The worst pies in London

And no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it.
Never thought I'd live to see the day.
Men'd think it was a treat
findin' poor
animals
what are dyin' in the street.

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately, all her neighbours cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her!
What I calls,
enterprise!
Poppin' pussies into pies!

Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick!
And I'm telling you them p*ssycats is quick.

No denying times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London.
Only lord and nothing more
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting!
And tastes like...well pity.
A woman alone...with limited wind
And the worst pies in London!
Ah, sir
Times is hard.
Times is hard.