Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd,
His skin was pale and his eye was odd,
He shaved the faces of gentlemen, who never thereafter were heard of again,
He trod a path that few have trod,
Did Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street!

He kept a shop in London Town,
Of fancy clients and good renown,
And what, if none of their souls were saved,
They went to their maker impeccably shaved,
By Sweeney...
By Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street!

Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies!
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize...

His needs are few, his room is bare,
He hardly uses his fancy chair,
The more he bleeds, the more he lives,
He never forgets and he never forgives...
Perhaps today you gave a nod,
To Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street...

Sweeney wishes the world away,
Sweeney's weeping for yesterday,
Hugging the blade,
Waiting the years,
Hearing the music that nobody hears,

Sweeney waits in the parlour hall!
Sweeney leans on the office wall!
No-one can help, nothing can hide you...
Isn't that Sweeney there beside you?

Sweeney wishes the world away,
Sweeney's weeping for yesterday,
Is Sweeney!
There he is, it's Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Sweeney!

Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd!
He served a dark and a hungry God!
To seek revenge may lead to [bad word] 
But everyone does it and seldom as well
As Sweeney,
As Sweeney Todd,
The Demon Barber of Fleet...
Street!