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maria friedman - the worst pies in london كلمات الأغنية

[mrs. lovett, spoken]
a customer!
(sung)
wait! what’s yer rush? what’s your hurry?
you gave me such a—
fright. i thought you was a ghost
half a minute, can’tcher?
sit! sit ye down!
sit!
all i meant is that i
haven’t seen a customer for weeks

did you come here for a pie, sir?
do forgive me if my head’s a little vague—
(spoken)
ugh!
what was that?
(sung)
but you’d think we had the plague—
from the way that people—
keep avoiding—
(spoken)
no, you don’t!
(sung)
heaven knows i try, sir!
but there’s no one comes in even to inhale—
right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?
mind you, i can’t hardly blame them—
thesе are probably the worst pies in london
i know why n0body carеs to take them—
i should know
i make them
but good? no
the worst pies in london—
even that’s polite
the worst pies in london—
if you doubt it, take a bite
(spoken)
go on.

(sung)
is that just disgusting?
you have to concede it
it’s nothing but crusting—
(spoken)
spit.
(sung)
here drink this, you’ll need it
the worst pies in london—

and no wonder with the price of meat
what it is
when you get it
never
thought i’d live to see the day
men’d think it was a treat
finding poor
animals
wot is dying in the street
mrs. mooney has a pie shop
does a business but i’ve noticed something weird—
lately, all her neighbors’ cats have disappeared
have to hand it to her—
what i call
enterprise
popping p_ssies into pies
wouldn’t do in my shop—
just the thought of it’s enough to make me sick
and i’m telling you them p_ssy cats is quick!
no denying times is hard, sir—
even harder than
the worst pies in london
only lard and nothing more—

is that just revolting?
all greasy and gritty?
it looks like it’s molting
and tastes like—
well, pity
a woman alone
with limited wind
and the worst pies in london!

oh, sir
times is hard
times is hard

- maria friedman

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