Poor Thingy Lyrics

Poor Thingy Text

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There was a barber and his wife.
And he was beautiful...
A proper artist with a knife,
but they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful...
(spoken)
Barker his name was.
Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

What was his crime?

Mrs. Lovett

Foolishness...
He had this wife, ya see.
Pretty little thing,
silly little nit.
Had her chance for the moon on a string...
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
There was this judge, ya see...
Wanted her like mad!
Everyday he sent her a flower
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sulked by the hour
Poor fool!
Ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor thing!
Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite.
He blames himself for her dreadful plight.
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
Of course when she goes there...
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
They're having this ball all in masks.
There's no one she knows there!
Poor dear!
Poor thing!
She wonders, tormented and drinks!
Poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks.
Poor thing!
"Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks...
He was there, alright!
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, ya see.
And everyone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, ya see.
So all of them stood there and laughed, ya see!
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
Sweeney Todd: (spoken)
NO!
Would no one have mercy on her?

Mrs. Lovett:
So it is you. Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney Todd:
No! Not Barker. That man is dead. It's Todd now - Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge.