Johnny Depp - The Worst Pies In London

Mrs.Lovett:
A customer!
Wait ' What 's yer rush?
What 's yer hurry?
You gave me sucha
Fright.I thought you was a ghost.
Half a minute, can ' t tcher?
Sit!
Sit ye down!
Sit!
All I meant is that!
Haven ' t seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come in for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me it me head ' s a little vague
What is that?
But you ' d think we had the plague
From the way that people
Keep avaiding
No you don ' t !
Heaven knows I try,sir!
But there 's no one comes in even to inhale
Right you think we had the plague
From the way that people
Keep avaiding
No you don ' t!
Heaven knows I try,sir!
But there ' s no one comes in even to inhale
Right you are you are,sir. Would you like
A drop of ale?
Mind you I can ' t 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 ' II need it
The worst pies in London.
And no wonder with the price of
Meat what it is
When you get it.
Never
Though I 'd live to see the day men ' d
Think it was a treat
Finding poor
Animats
Wot 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 disappeard.
Have to hand it to her
Wot I calls
Enterpise,
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 time pussy 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 guitty.
It looks like it ' s mothing,
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.