The Worst Pies In London Lyrics - Sweeney Todd

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 is 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 

Sir, times is hard, times is hard