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In Fleet Street, that's in London Town
When King Charlie wore the crown
There lived a man of great renown
'Twas Sweeney Todd the Barber

One shave from him and you'd want no more
You'd feel his razor sharp
Then tumble, wallop!, through the floor
And wake up playing a harp, and singing...

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say
His clients through the floor would slope
But he had no fear of the hangman's rope
"Dead men can't talk with their mouths full of soap,"
Said Sweeney Todd the Barber

Now underneath the shop, it's true
Where the bodies tumble through
There lived a little widow, who
Loved Sweeney Todd the Barber

She made her living by selling pies
Her meat pies were a treat
Chock full of meat and such a size
'Cause she was getting the meat from mister...

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say
And many a poor young orphan lad
And the first square meal he ever had
Was a hot meat pie made out of his dad
From Sweeney Todd the Barber

It was Saturday night in Old Sweeney Todd's shop
And the customers sat in a row
While Sweeney behind a screen shaved some poor mug
And his sweetheart made pies down below

Though none were aware, it were "cut prices" there
They were rolling up in twos and threes
And his foot got quite sore pressing knob on the floor
And his voice went from saying "Next please!"

Well in came a swell and he asked Sweeney Todd
"Just a shave and a perfumed shampoo, for I've just got engaged."  
Sweeney just pressed the knob and said:
"There, now it's all fallen through."

Well a bookmaker sat with his mouthful of soap, said,
"They're all backing favourites today,
So I 'spect I'll go down," Sweeney said, "Yes you will,"
And he did, he went down straight away.

But what rotten luck, the darn trap went and stuck
For the hinge he'd forgotten to grease,
And a customer started calling out "Police!"
Just as Sweeney was saying, "Next please!"

Yes, he ran to the door and he shouted out "Police!"
He shouted out "Police!", nine times or ten
But no policeman arrived for a very good reason
The police weren't invented by then

But up came the brave bold Bow Street Runners (Hurrah)
And he had to let many a pie burn
And they dragged him to Quad, and next day Sweeney Todd
Was condemned to be switched off at Tyburn.

And there on the gibbet he hangs in his chains
And they do say a little black crow
Made a sweet little nest in old Sweeney Todd's whiskers
And he sang as he swang to and fro . . .

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play
Sweeney Todd the Barber, they buried him underneath the clay
And Old Nick calls him from his grave, shouting:
"Wake up, Sweeney, I want a shave,
And Mrs Nick wants a permanent wave from Sweeney Todd the Barber."