Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.nHis skin was pale and his eye was odd.nHe shaved the faces of gentlemennwho never thereafter were heard of again.nHe trod a path that few have trodndid Sweeney Toddnthe demon barber of Fleet Street.nHe kept a shop in London town.nOf fancy clients and good renownnand what if none of their souls were savednthey went to their maker impecably shaved.nBy Sweeney,nby Sweeney Toddnthe demon barber of Fleet Street.nnSwing your razor wide!nSweeney, hold it to the skies.nFreely flows the blood of those who moralize.nHis needs were few, his room was bare.nA lavabo and a fancy chair.nA mug of suds, and a leather strop,nan apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.nFor neatness he deserves a nod,ndoes Sweeney Todd,nthe demon barber of Fleet Street.nInconspicuous Sweeney was,nquick, and quiet and clean he was.nBack of his smile, under his word,nSweeney heard music that nobody heard.nSweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,nlike a perfect machine he planned,nSweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,nSweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.nSweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle.nSweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.nSweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,nSweeney would blink, and rats would scuttlenSweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,nSweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle.nSweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!nSweeney!nnAttend the tale of Sweeney Todd!nAttend the tale of Sweeney Todd!nnHe served a dark and avengeful God!nHe served a dark and avengeful God!nnWhat happened then, well that's the play,nand he wouldn't want us to give it away...nnNot SweeneynNot Sweeney ToddnThe demon barber of Fleet...nStreet...