Barber man and baker girl
Deal out justice to the world:
Slit their necks and bleed them dry,
Cook their corpses into pie.
No one sees and no one knows
Where do all the bodies go?
Where does she get all the meat?
Lures it in from off the street.
Silver razors his best friends:
Lather up the face and then—
One swift stroke, the man is dead,
Clean white towel soaked in red.
Business is a huge success,
Recipe's a real secret.
Special sauce? Is it the crust?
They won't tell you, they don't trust.
What goes 'round comes back again,
Payback for his years of pain.
Come, Your Honour, have a seat…
Pretty women, aren't they sweet?
What comes back, it goes around,
Never thought he might be found.
Huddled there upon the floor
Sweeney sits in his own gore.
So swift ends came to his plan—
Sweeney Todd, the Barber Man.