The Contest 

PIRELLI (sung)
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers
Da barber of kings
Buon Giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss

And I, da so famous Pirelli
I wish-a to know-a who has-a the nerve-a to say
My elixir is [bad word] 
Who says this?

TODD (spoken)
I do. I'm Mr. Sweeney Todd from Fleet Street. I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's Elixir and I say to you, it is nothing but
an arrant fraud, concocted from [bad word] and ink. Furthermore, Signor, I have serviced no kings, yet I wager that I can shave a
cheek with ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank.

PIRELLI (spoken)
You hear dis foolish man? Now please you will see how he will regret his folly! 

TODD (spoken)
Who's for a free shave? Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?

BAMFORD (spoken)
Glad, as always to oblige my friends and neighbours! The fastest, smoothest shave, is the winner!

PIRELLI (sung)
Now signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather

Around signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who had-a da glory
To shave-a da pope

Misterr Sweeney, whoever
I beg-a da pardon
You'll probably say-a it was only a cardinal

Nope! 
It was-a da pope! 

To shave-a da face 
To cut-a da hair 
Require a grace 
Require da flare 

For if-a you slip 
You nick da skin 
You clip-a da chin 
You rip-a da lip a bit beyond-a repair 

To shave-a da face 
Or even a part 
Widout it-a smart 
Require da heart

Not just-a da flash 
It take-a Panash 
It take-a da passion for da art 

To shave-a da face 
To trim-a da beard 
To make-a da bristle 
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy 
Da talent give to me by God

It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will 
To take-a da pains 
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace

BAMFORD (spoken)
The winner--is Todd!