Stephen Sondheim - Ladies in Their Sensitivities lyrics

Judge (spoken) I have news for you my friend: In order to shield her from the evils of this world I have decided to marry my dear Johanna Beadle (spoken) Ah, sir; happy news, indeed! Judge (spoken) Strange, though-- when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain...reluctance Beadle (sung) Excuse me, my lord May I request, my lord Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me, if I suggest, my lord You're looking less than your best, my lord There's powder upon your vest, my lord And stubble upon your cheek And ladies, my lord Are weak Judge (spoken) Stubble you say? Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings Beadle (sung) Fret not though my lord I know a place my lord A barber, my lord, of sk** Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord Some eau de cologne to grace, my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord You'll dazzle the girl until Judge (spoken) Until? Beadle (sung) She bows to your every will! Judge (spoken) Barber? Take me to him!