Sacha Baron Cohen - The contest lyrics

PIRELLI (sung) I am Adolfo Pirelli Da king of da barbers Da barber of kings E Buon Giorno, good day I blow you a kiss And I, da so famous Pirelli I wish-a to know-a who has-a the nerve-a to say My elixir is p**s! Who says this? TODD (spoken) I do. I'm Mr. Sweeney Todd from Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir and I say to you, it is nothing but An arrant fraud, concocted from p**s and ink. Furthermore, Signor, I have serviced no kings, yet I wager that I can shave a Cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank PIRELLI (spoken) You hear dis foolish man? Now please you will see how he will regret his folly! TODD (spoken) Who's for a free shave? Will Beadle Bamford be the judge? BAMFORD (spoken) Glad, as always to oblige my friends and neighbours! The fastest, smoothest shave, is the winner! PIRELLI (sung) Now signorini, signori We mix-a da lather But first-a you gather Around signorini, signori You looking a man Who had-a da glory To shave-a da pope Misterr Sweeney, whoever I beg-a da pardon You'll probably say-a it was only a cardinal Nope! It was-a da pope! To shave-a da face To cut-a da hair Require a grace Require da flare For if-a you slip You nick da skin You clip-a da chin You rip-a da lip a bit beyond-a repair To shave-a da face Or even a part Widout it-a smart Require da heart Not just-a da flash It take-a Panash It take-a da pa**ion for da art To shave-a da face To trim-a da beard To make-a da bristle Clean like a whistle Dis is from early infancy Da talent give to me by God It take-a da sk** It take-a da brains It take-a da will To take-a da pains It take-a da pace It take-a da grace BAMFORD (spoken) The winner--is Todd!