Mrs. Lovett:
A customer!
Wait! What's yer rush?
What's yer hurry?
You gave me such a�
Fright. I thought you was a ghost.
Half a minute, can'tcher?
Sit!
Sit ye down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I
Haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come in for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague�
What is that?
But you'd think we had the plague�
From the way that 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 you are, sir. Would you like
A drop of ale?
Mind you, I can't hardly blame them�
These are probably the worst pies in London.
I know why nobody cares to take them�
I should know,
I make them.
But good? No,
Th e worst pies in London�
Even that's polite.
Th e worst pies in London�
If you doubt it, take a bite.
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it.
It's nothing but crusting�
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Here, drink this, you'll need it�
Th e worst pies in London.
And no wonder with the price of
Meat what it is�
When you get it.
Never
Though I'd live to see the day men'd
Think it was a treat
Finding poor
Animals
Wot are dying in the street.
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
Does a business, but I notice something weird�
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her�
Wot I calls
Enterprise,
Popping pussies into pies.
Wouldn't do in my shop�
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick.
And I'm telling you them pussy cats is quick.
No denying times is hard, sir�
Even harder than
Th e 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.