Anthony
I have sailed the world
Beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London
Todd
No, there's no place like London
Anthony
Mr. Todd?
Todd
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
There's a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth
what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole
Sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin
In the lower zoo
Turning beauty into filth and greed
I too have sailed the world
And seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men
Is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London
Anthony
Is everything all right, Mr. Todd?
Todd
I 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 beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous
And he was
Naive
There was another man who saw
That she was beautiful
A pious vulture of the law
Who with a gesture of his claw
Removed the barber from his plate
Then there was nothing but to wait
And she would fall
So soft, so young
So lost and, oh, so beautiful!
Anthony
And the lady, sir, did she succumb?
Todd
Oh, that was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know
I'd like to thank you, Anthony.
If you hadn't spotted me,
I'd be lost on the ocean still.
Anthony
Will I see you again?
Todd
You might find me if you like.
Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder.
Anthony
Until then, my friend.
…
Todd
There's a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And it's filled with people
Who are filled with sh**
And the vermin of the world inhabit it