The worst pies in London – Paroles de la chanson – Sweeney Todd.

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Fiche technique.

Musique : Stephen Sondheim.
Label : Elektra / Nonesuch.
Sortie : 11 décembre 2007.
Film : Sweeney Todd : le diabolique barbier de Fleet Street.


The worst pies in London.

Interprétée par Helena Bonham Carter.

(Mrs Lovett)
A customer.

Wait! What’s your rush? What’s your hurry ?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost.
Half a minute, can’t you sit? Sit you 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 me head’s a little vague.
What was that? But you’d think we had the plague.
From the way that people keep avoiding.
No, you don’t.

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 hardly blame them.

These are probably the worst pies in London.
I know why nobody cares 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.

Is that just, disgusting? You have to concede it.
It’s nothing but crusting, 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.
What are dying in the street.

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop.
Does a business, but I notice something weird.
Lately all her neighbors cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise.
Popping pussies into pies.

Wouldn’t do in my shop.
Just the thought of it’s enough to make you sick.
And I’m telling you them pussycats 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.
Ah, sir, times is hard, times is hard.