It's to the tune of what Depp sings in Johanna(Reprise), and Anthony is not in it. Or the crazy beggar woman. Hope you enjoy it xx
Yes, you are beautiful and pale,
with yellow hair,
like her.
I wanted you beautiful and pale,
with yellow hair,
and you were
Johanna
And you are beautiful, what then,
with yellow hair,
like wheat.
And we have met again,
My little dove,
My sweet,
Johanna
Hello, Johanna!
You're here, and again your mine!
I'm fine, Johanna!
I'm fine!
And now I shall hear your voice,
my turtle dove,
my dear,
I still have reason to rejoice,
The way ahead is clear
Johanna
I was in darkness,
I was blind, with what I could'nt forget,
It's always morning in my mind,
My little lamb,
My pet,
Johanna
You are, Johanna,
The way I dreamed you were,
Oh look, Johanna,
a star,
a shooting star,
And now you are here, I guess,
until the day I die,
I was such a mess,
Until you came by,
Johanna
And you are beautiful and pale,
And look too much like her,
And now the angels have prevailed
we'll be the way we were
Johanna
Wake up Johanna,
Another bright red day!
You're here, Johanna,
to stay...
with me...
Yes, you are beautiful and pale,
with yellow hair,
like her.
I wanted you beautiful and pale,
with yellow hair,
and you were
Johanna
And you are beautiful, what then,
with yellow hair,
like wheat.
And we have met again,
My little dove,
My sweet,
Johanna
Hello, Johanna!
You're here, and again your mine!
I'm fine, Johanna!
I'm fine!
And now I shall hear your voice,
my turtle dove,
my dear,
I still have reason to rejoice,
The way ahead is clear
Johanna
I was in darkness,
I was blind, with what I could'nt forget,
It's always morning in my mind,
My little lamb,
My pet,
Johanna
You are, Johanna,
The way I dreamed you were,
Oh look, Johanna,
a star,
a shooting star,
And now you are here, I guess,
until the day I die,
I was such a mess,
Until you came by,
Johanna
And you are beautiful and pale,
And look too much like her,
And now the angels have prevailed
we'll be the way we were
Johanna
Wake up Johanna,
Another bright red day!
You're here, Johanna,
to stay...
with me...
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.
found this on imdb
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!