Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
The fastest, smoothest shave, is the winner
Now signorini, signori We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather Around signorini, signori
You looking a man Who have had-a da glory To shave-a da pope
Mister Sweeney, whoever I beg-a your pardon
You’ll probably say it was only a cardinal
NOPE!
It was-a da Pope!
To shave-a da face
To cut-a da hair
Require a grace
Require da flare
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a the lip a bit beyond-a repair
To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
Not just-a da flash
It take-a panache
It take-a da passion for da art
To shave-a da face
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me by God
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will
To take-a da pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da graaaaace
The winner is Todd