[This is part two of my series of blogs on Sweeney Todd =) If you haven't already listened to "No Place Like London" scroll down and listen to it. Things will make more sense that way, especially if you're going to follow the rest of my blogs.]


This song is called "The Worst Pies in London" and it immediately follows "No Place Like London." It takes place in Mrs. Lovett's Pie Shop, the first place Sweeney Todd goes to after he and Antony disembarked. This song is one of my favorites =) Enjoy!





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'tcher sit?
Sit you down,
Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks

Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague--
What was that?
But you think we had the plague!
From the way the 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 'em,
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
Is 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 would think it was a treat
Findin' poor
Animals
Wot are dyin' in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does 'er business but I notice something weird
Lately all 'er neighbors' cats 'ave disappeared
Have to hand it to her--
Wot I calls
Enterprise
Poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make ya sick
And I'm tellin' you, them pussycats is quick!

No denyin' times is hard, sir!
Even harder than the worst pies in London!
Only lard, 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!