Antony: 
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders 
From the Dardenells, to the mountains of [bad word] 
But there's no place like London! 

Sweeney: 
No, there's no place like London. 

Antony: 
Mr. Todd? 

Sweeney: 
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 the privileged few 
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo 
turning beauty to filth and greed... 

I too have sailed the world 
and seen its wonders, 
for the [bad word] of men is 
as wonderous as [bad word] 
but there's no place like London! 

Antony: 
Is everything alright, Mr. Todd? 

Sweeney: 
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... 
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! 

Antony: 
And the lady, sir? Did she succumb? 

Sweeney: 
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. 

Antony: 
Will I see you again? 

Sweeney: 
You might find me if you like; around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder. 

Antony: 
Until then, my friend. 

Sweeney: 
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit 
and it's filled with people who are filled with [bad word]  
And the vermin of the world inhabit it...