Lyrics: Stephen Sondheim
Music: Stephen Sondheim
His hands were quick, his fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering under the sod
Consigned there with a friendly prod
From Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
See your razor gleam, Sweeney
Feel how well it fits
As it floats across the throats of hypocrites