LYRICS
作词 : Stephen Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
Attend the tale of Sweeney TODD.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
Who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod,
Did Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
He kept a shop in London town,
Of fancy clients and good renown.
And what if none of their souls were saved?
They went to their maker impeccably shaved
By Sweeney,
By Sweeney TODD,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Swing your razor wide, Sweeney!
Hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those
Who moralize!
His needs are few, his room is bare.
He hardly uses his fancy chair.
The more he bleeds, the more he lives.
He never forgets and he never forgives.
Perhaps today you gave a nod
To Sweeney TODD,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Sweeney wishes the world away,
Sweeney′s weeping for yesterday,
Hugging the blade, waiting the years,
Hearing the music that nobody hears.
Sweeney waits in the parlor hall,
Sweeney leans on the office wall.
No one can help, nothing can hide you -
Isn't that Sweeney there beside you?
Sweeney wishes the world away,
Sweeney′s weeping for yesterday,
Is Sweeney!
There he is, it's Sweeney!
Sweeney! Sweeney!
There! There! There! There!
There! There! There!
There!
TODD and company: Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
He served a dark and a hungry god!
To seek revenge may lead to hell,
MRS. LOVETT:But everyone does it, and seldom as well
TODD and MRS. LOVETT: As Sweeney,
As Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet...
. . Street!