Misc Musicals – Sweeney Todd The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street - The Worst Pies In London (Guitar)

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[MRS. LOVETT] A costumer!
A
Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a... fright! I thought you was a ghost!
                        A
Half a minute, can't ya sit?

         D
Sit ya down! Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
                        A
Did ya come here for a pie, sir?

                                      A
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What was that? But you'd think we'd have the plague
A
From the way that people keep avoiding

          C#m
No, you don't!

C#m             A
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
A         F                    C               Dm
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?

                       F#m
Mind you I can hardly blame them

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These are probably the worst pies in London

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I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know
   E
I make 'em

     D#m
But good? No...

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The worst pies in London...

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Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!

         C#m
If you doubt it take a bite!

   F#m
Is that just disgusting?

     C#m
You have to concede it

      E
It's nothing but crusting

      B                   D
Here drink this, you'll need it

     C#m
The worst pies in London

       C#m                      C
And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is When you get it Never thought I'd live to see the day
                                    F
Men'd think it was a treat findin' poor animals

C
What are dyin' in the street

F           E      A
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop

D       A                                A
Does a business but I notice something weird

                                       A
Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her!
                 E
What I calls enterprise!

A
Poppin' pussies into pies!

C#m             A
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
                    F#m
No denying times is hard, sir!

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Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more Is that just revolting?
       C#m
All greasy and gritty?

     E              B
It looks like it's molting

                    D
And tastes like... Well, pity

    C#m
A woman alone!
With limited wind
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And the worst pies in London!

     C#m
Ah, sir
Times is hard
          F#m
Times is hard!