There… Is something odd
With… That Sweeny Todd
Please don’t go see the Barber
Chop off your head and slide down the drain
(So just keep your hair long)

That guy’s scary! (Don’t see the barber)
A cut above the rest (Don’t see the barber)
Get a haircut and die! (Don’t see the barber)
“Half off” is his plan

Ah! Ah! Sweeny Todd!
Ah! Ah! Sweeny Todd!

Ms. Lovett bakes pies
They make bile rise
That cockroach has ruined it
Tries another kind of recipe (Now humans are put in it)
Fuzzy bearded men looking for a shave (Now humans are put in it)
All the folks in town are ‘dying’ for the taste (Conquer hungriness)
Another hairy husband’s in the bakery (In a pastry they’re charred)

That chick’s nutty! (Don’t see the baker)
Don’t you try the bread (Don’t see the baker)
‘Got ahead’ with her pies (Don’t see the baker)
Yucky type of flan

Ah! Ah! Sweeny Todd!
Ah! Ah! Sweeny Todd!

“Chop to it!” yelled Todd
Work on those meat wads
Insane with knives, utter madness
He’ll trim your hair until your whole head’s gone
The trap door opens to the kitchen there
It’s ‘easy as pie’ or so she swears
I just hope a net covers her hair (That would be really gross!)

Don’t be hungry (Carbs are your worse fear)
Don’t ask for a trim (You’ll be baked in a pie)
That’s an awkward way to end your life (That might leave a bad scar)
At least you don’t taste bland (Cause that news would be hard)
So be shaggy (Or else get murdered)