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Johnny Depp - A little priest

That's all very well
But what are we going to do about him?
Later on, when it's dark
We'll take him to some secret place
And bury him
O yeah, of course, we could do that
Does suprise he’s not got any relatives
Going to come poking around looking for him

Seems a downright shame
Shame?
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice, plump frame
What's his name has
Had
Has!
Nor it can't be traced
Bus'ness needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift
As a gift
If you get my drift!

Seems an awful waste
I mean, with the price of meat
What it is
When you get it
If you get it

HAH!
Good, you got it!

Take, for instance
Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop!
Business never better
Using only pussycats and toast!
Now, a pussy's good for maybe six or seven
At the most!
And I'm sure they can't compare
As far as taste!

Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion
(Well, it does seem a waste)

Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always!
Mrs. Lovett, how I've lived
Without you all these years, I'll never know!
How delectable! (think about it)
Also undetectable!
(Lot’s of other gentlemen will soon
Be coming for a shave)
How choice! (won’t they? Think of all them)
How rare! (pies)

For what's the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd?
What, Mr. Todd?
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air!
Yes, Mr. Todd!
Yes, Mr. Todd!
Yes, all around!
It's man devouring man, my dear!
And who are we to deny it in here?

These are desperate times
Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!
Here we are, now! Hot out of the oven!
What is that?

It's priest. Have a little priest
Is it really good?
Sir, it's too good, at least!
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh
So it's pretty fresh
Awful lot of fat
Only where it sat
Haven't you got poet, or something like that?
No, you see, the trouble with poet is
How do you know it's deceased?
Try the priest!

Lawyer's rather nice
If it's for a price
Order something else, though, to follow
Since no one should swallow it twice!
Anything that's lean!
Well, then, if you're British and loyal
You might enjoy Royal Marine!
Anyway, it's clean
Though of course
It tastes of wherever it's been!
Is that squire
On the fire?
Mercy no, sir, look closer
You'll notice it's grocer!
Looks thicker
More like vicar!
No, it has to be grocer
It's green!

The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves
Do a lot of relatives favors!
Is those below serving those up above!
Ev'rybody shaves
So there should be plenty of flavours!
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below!

What is that?
It's fop
Finest in the shop
And we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd on top!
And I've just begun
Here's the politician, so oily
It's served with a doily
Have one!
Put it on a bun
Well, you never know if it's going to run!
Try the friar
Fried, it's drier!
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy!
Then actor
That's compacter!
And always arrives overdone!
I'll come again
When you have judge on the menu!

Have charity towards the world, my pet!
Yes, yes, I know, my love!
We'll take the customers that we can get!
High-born and low, my love!
We'll not discriminate great from small!
No, we'll serve anyone
Meaning anyone, (we’ll serve anyone)
And to anyone
At all!

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