Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd His skin was pale and his eye was odd He shaved the faces of gentle men Who never thereafter were heard of again He trod a path that few have trod Tis' Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street He kept a shop in London town Of fancy clients of 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 moralise His needs were few, his room was bare A lava bow and a fancy chair A mug of sods and a leather strop An apron, a towel, a pail and a mop How neat this he deserves, or not? Tis' Sweeney Todd, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street Inconspicuous Sweeney was Quick and quiet and clean He was back of his smile, under his word Sweeney heard music that nobody heard Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle Sweeney would think and rats would scuttle Sweeney was quick, he was Sweeney was subtle Sweeney was quiet and nice A couple of Sweeney was, Sweeney was Sweeney was well and Sweeney was well Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney, Sweeney Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd He served a dark and a vengeful God He served a dark and a vengeful God What happened then? Well, that's the play And he wouldn't want us to give it away Not Sweeney Not Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber of Fleet Street