I found this and thought it was insane!
Mrs. Lovett Improves Her Pies
Sweeney was a barber
In Fleet Street near the Strand
Cocksure was his nature
And Cockney was his brand.
Lovett was his neighbour,
A cook from Cubitt Town,
Sharing half a cellar,
They both sought high renown.
Sweeney Todd loved Lovett,
But loved her money more;
Planned a treat, did Lovett
For Sweeney, her amore.
Hair-cuts were a penny
And pies brought half a bob
Meat was too expensive,
But Sweeney'd do the job.
Lovett said to Sweeney,
'Why don't you cut their throats?
Drop them in our cellar,
We'll even sell their coats.'
Sweeney thought about it
And set his barber's chair
High above a trap door
To catch the unaware.
Waiting for the razor,
Sedated, warmed and towelled,
Feeling safe, contented,
You don't expect a growled:
'Down yer go' as Sweeney
Is slicing through your throat,
Dropping to the cellar,
A knackered, billy goat.
Waiting in the coal-hole
Is Lovett dressed to kill,
Butcher's knives she sharpens,
She'll now reveal her skill.
Lovett loves to fillet,
But first removes the clothes,
They'll fetch a handsome profit
And losses Lovett loathes.
Pies are selling, ever
So well, and Lovett's store
Is booming, customers
Come back and ask for more
And queue-up outside Sweeney's
Where patrons wanting pies
Stand together chatting -
They're in for a surprise:
Meat containing toenails
And other human parts
Makes for much suspicion
And coppers come in carts.
Sweeney Todd and Lovett
In cellars filled with heat,
Fight about the profits
And teeth within the meat.
Lovett grabs a cleaver
And chops-off Sweeney's head,
Sweeney's eyes, show surprise,
His corpse is being shred.
Lovett's lost her lover,
Young Sweeney's now a pie,
Knowing not what to do
Poor Lovett starts to cry.
'ello, ello, ello',
A bobby's at the door,
He enters, being careful,
The floor's a mess of gore.
Wistful Mistress Lovett
No longer bakes, nor cries,
But runs a tiny shop
With cookbooks on meat pies.
Copyright; Fred Curtis
Email: fgc@labyrinth.net.au
Mrs. Lovett Improves Her Pies
Sweeney was a barber
In Fleet Street near the Strand
Cocksure was his nature
And Cockney was his brand.
Lovett was his neighbour,
A cook from Cubitt Town,
Sharing half a cellar,
They both sought high renown.
Sweeney Todd loved Lovett,
But loved her money more;
Planned a treat, did Lovett
For Sweeney, her amore.
Hair-cuts were a penny
And pies brought half a bob
Meat was too expensive,
But Sweeney'd do the job.
Lovett said to Sweeney,
'Why don't you cut their throats?
Drop them in our cellar,
We'll even sell their coats.'
Sweeney thought about it
And set his barber's chair
High above a trap door
To catch the unaware.
Waiting for the razor,
Sedated, warmed and towelled,
Feeling safe, contented,
You don't expect a growled:
'Down yer go' as Sweeney
Is slicing through your throat,
Dropping to the cellar,
A knackered, billy goat.
Waiting in the coal-hole
Is Lovett dressed to kill,
Butcher's knives she sharpens,
She'll now reveal her skill.
Lovett loves to fillet,
But first removes the clothes,
They'll fetch a handsome profit
And losses Lovett loathes.
Pies are selling, ever
So well, and Lovett's store
Is booming, customers
Come back and ask for more
And queue-up outside Sweeney's
Where patrons wanting pies
Stand together chatting -
They're in for a surprise:
Meat containing toenails
And other human parts
Makes for much suspicion
And coppers come in carts.
Sweeney Todd and Lovett
In cellars filled with heat,
Fight about the profits
And teeth within the meat.
Lovett grabs a cleaver
And chops-off Sweeney's head,
Sweeney's eyes, show surprise,
His corpse is being shred.
Lovett's lost her lover,
Young Sweeney's now a pie,
Knowing not what to do
Poor Lovett starts to cry.
'ello, ello, ello',
A bobby's at the door,
He enters, being careful,
The floor's a mess of gore.
Wistful Mistress Lovett
No longer bakes, nor cries,
But runs a tiny shop
With cookbooks on meat pies.
Copyright; Fred Curtis
Email: fgc@labyrinth.net.au
Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing or merely aloaming?
Are you discussing?
Or fussing?
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages
singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing or merely aloaming?
Are you discussing?
Or fussing?
Or simply dreaming?
Are you crowing?
Are you screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
Singing to be sold?
Have you decided it's safer in cages
singing when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
Well It "started" off at this place called great Yarmouth me and my brothers Jo and Calum and also mum went to the "waxworks" and then we went to the horror part there was other people and stuff aswell by the way and well,there he was he is soo "cute"!! I fell in !"love" with him at the start so it was love at first sight I "LOVE" HIM!!! (By the way I "HATE" "Mrs Lovett" he is "MINE"!!)P.S Sorry about the spelling mistakes if there was any. PLEASE COMMENT BY THE WAY CHEERS :):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)
After Nellie's dramatic explanation of why she didn't tell him his wife had lived, poor, miserable Sweeney decided that he needed someone to fill his empty heart, even if she was insane. They danced, sang, moved away, and lived happily in a sick, twisted way. Sweeney Todd was never the same, but he was a bit happier with Nellie by his side. They had two children, 2 dogs, and a cat. the whole family lived together until their children went to college. then, Nellie ans Sweeney died at the same age, 102.
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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 you like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would you like one
by the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
by 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 you 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 you like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would you like one
by the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
by 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 you 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!