MRS. LOVETT:
(she kisses Todd)
Ooh, Mr. Todd! (kiss)
I'm so happy! (kiss)
I could (kiss)
Eat te up, I really could!
te know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? (kiss)
What I dream (kiss)
If the business stays as good?
Where I'd really like to go,
In a anno o so?
Don't te want to know?
TODD: (spoken) Yes, yes, of course.
LOVETT: Do te really want to know?
TODD: (spoken) Yes, I do, I do.
LOVETT: (spoken) I've always had this dream...
Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt
Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday...
The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand...
Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney!
da the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet,
da the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd Amore it!
te and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house wot we'd almost own,
Down da the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
TODD: Anything te say...
LOVETT:
With the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring
Wot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering!
Ev'ry night, in the kip, when we're through our kippers,
I'll be there slippin' off your slippers!
da the sea,
With the fishies splashing!
da the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
TODD: Anything te say, anything te say...
LOVETT:
I can hear us wakin,'
The breakers breakin,'
The seagulls squawkin,'
'Hoo, hoo!'
I do me bakin,'
Then I go walkin'
With you-hoo!
Yoo-hoo!
I'll warm me Bones on the esplanade,
Have tè and scones with me gay young blade,
Then I'll knit a sweater
While te write a letter
Unless we've got better to do-hoo!
TODD: Anything te say...
LOVETT:
Think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel
When it's just te and me and the English Channel!
In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy,
We'll have chums over ev'ry Friday!
da the sea!
Don'tcha Amore the weather?
da the sea!
We'll grow old together!
da the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
da the beautiful sea!
(spoken)
Oh, I can see us now, in our bathing dresses!
te in a nice, rich navy, and me... stripes, perhaps.
It'll be so quiet,
That who'll come da it,
Except a seagull
Hoo, hoo!
We shouldn't try it,
Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo!
But a seaside wedding could be devised,
Me rumpled bedding legitimized!
Me eyelids'll flutter,
I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter I do-hoo!
da the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers
With the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers,
Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,
Now and then, te could do the guest in!
da the sea,
Married nice and proper!
da the sea,
Bring along your chopper!
To the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
da the beautiful sea!
(she kisses Todd)
Ooh, Mr. Todd! (kiss)
I'm so happy! (kiss)
I could (kiss)
Eat te up, I really could!
te know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd? (kiss)
What I dream (kiss)
If the business stays as good?
Where I'd really like to go,
In a anno o so?
Don't te want to know?
TODD: (spoken) Yes, yes, of course.
LOVETT: Do te really want to know?
TODD: (spoken) Yes, I do, I do.
LOVETT: (spoken) I've always had this dream...
Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt
Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday...
The pier... Makin' little castles in the sand...
Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin' around in the briney!
da the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet,
da the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd Amore it!
te and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house wot we'd almost own,
Down da the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
TODD: Anything te say...
LOVETT:
With the sea at our gate, we'll have kippered herring
Wot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering!
Ev'ry night, in the kip, when we're through our kippers,
I'll be there slippin' off your slippers!
da the sea,
With the fishies splashing!
da the sea!
Wouldn't that be smashing?
TODD: Anything te say, anything te say...
LOVETT:
I can hear us wakin,'
The breakers breakin,'
The seagulls squawkin,'
'Hoo, hoo!'
I do me bakin,'
Then I go walkin'
With you-hoo!
Yoo-hoo!
I'll warm me Bones on the esplanade,
Have tè and scones with me gay young blade,
Then I'll knit a sweater
While te write a letter
Unless we've got better to do-hoo!
TODD: Anything te say...
LOVETT:
Think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel
When it's just te and me and the English Channel!
In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy,
We'll have chums over ev'ry Friday!
da the sea!
Don'tcha Amore the weather?
da the sea!
We'll grow old together!
da the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
da the beautiful sea!
(spoken)
Oh, I can see us now, in our bathing dresses!
te in a nice, rich navy, and me... stripes, perhaps.
It'll be so quiet,
That who'll come da it,
Except a seagull
Hoo, hoo!
We shouldn't try it,
Though, 'til it's legal for two-hoo!
But a seaside wedding could be devised,
Me rumpled bedding legitimized!
Me eyelids'll flutter,
I'll turn into butter,
The moment I mutter I do-hoo!
da the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers
With the odd payin' guest from the weekend trippers,
Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,
Now and then, te could do the guest in!
da the sea,
Married nice and proper!
da the sea,
Bring along your chopper!
To the seaside,
Hoo, hoo!
da the beautiful sea!
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GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like one
da the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
da the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te like one
da the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
da the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would te live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!