No Place Like London

ANTHONYI have sailed the world, beheld its wondersFrom the dardinells to the mountains of PeruBut there's no place like LondonSWEENEY TODDNo, there's no place like LondonANTHONYMr. Todd?SWEENEY TODDYou are young, life has been kind to youYou will learn...There's a hole in the world like a great black pitAnd the vermin of the world inhabit itAnd its morals aren't worth what a pin can spitAnd it goes by the name of LondonAt the top of the hole sit the previliged fewMaking mock of the vermin in the lonely zooTurning beauty to filth and greedI too have sailed the world and seen its wondersFor the cruelty of men is as wondrous as PeruBut there's no place like LondonANTHONYIs everything alright, Mr. Todd?SWEENEY TODDI beg your indulgence, Anthony, my mind is far from easy. In these once-familiar streets, I feel shadows everywhere.There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautifulA foolish barber and his wife, she was his reason and his lifeAnd she was beautiful and she was virtuous, and he was naiveThere was another man who saw that she was beautifulA pious vulture of the law who with a gesture of his clawRemoved the barber from his plate, then there was nothing but to waitAnd she would fall, so soft, so young, so lost and oh so beautifulANTHONYAnd the lady, sir, did she succumb?SWEENEY TODDAh that was many years ago, I doubt if anyone would knowI'd like to thank you, Anthony.If you hadn't spotted me, I would be lost on the ocean still.ANTHONYWill I see you again?SWEENEY TODDYou might find me, if you like, around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder.ANTHONYUntil then, my friend.SWEENEY TODDThere's a hole in the world like a great black pitAnd it's filled with people who are filled with shitAnd the vermin of the world inhabit it