Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
I have news for you
My friend
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna
Ah, sir, happy news indeed
Strange through
When I offered myself to her
She showed a certain reluctance
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
You're looking less than your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies, my lord, are weak
Stubble, you say
Perhaps I am a little overhasty in the mornings
Fret not though, my lord
I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
Some eau de cologne to Grace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl
Until
Until?
She bows to your every will
Barber?
Take me to him
Vocals: Alan Rickman/Timothy Spall