Mrs. Lovett:
Th at's all very well, but what are we going
To do about him? 

Todd:
Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to
Some secret place and bury him.

Mrs. Lovett:
Oh yeah, of course we could do that. I don't
Suppose he's got any relatives going [bad word] 
Poking around looking for him.
Seems a downright shame…

Todd:
Shame? 

Mrs. Lovett:
Seems an awful waste…
Such a nice plump frame
Wot's-his-name
Has…
Had…
Has…
Nor it can't be traced.
Business needs a lift, 
Debts to be erased, 
Th ink of it as thrift, 
As a gift …
If you get my drift …
Seems an awful waste.
I mean, 
With the price of meat what it is, 
When you get it, 
If you get it—

Todd:
Ah! 

Mrs. Lovett:
Good, you got it.
Take, for instance, 
Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop.
Business never better, using only
 [bad word] cats and toast.
Now a [bad word] #39;s good for maybe six or
Seven at the most.
And I'm sure they [bad word]  
As far as taste—

-DUET AS FOLLOWS-

Todd: 
Mrs. Lovett, 
What a charming notion, 
Eminently practical and yet 
Mrs. Lovett:
Well, it does seem a waste…
Todd:
Appropriate, as always. Mrs. Lovett
How I did without you
All these years I'll never know! 
Mrs. Lovett:
Think about it.
Todd:
How delectable! 
Mrs. Lovett:
Lots of other gentlemen'll soon [bad word] for a shave
Todd:
Also undetectable. 
Mrs. Lovett:
Won't they? Think of
Todd:
How choice! 
Mrs. Lovett:
All them
Todd:
How rare! 
Mrs. Lovett:
Pies! 

Todd:
For what's the sound of the world out there? 

Mrs. Lovett:
What, Mr. Todd, 
What, Mr. Todd, 
What is that sound? 

Todd:
Th ose [bad word] noises pervading the air? 

Mrs. Lovett:
Yes, Mr. Todd, 
Yes, Mr. Todd, 
Yes, all around—

-DUET AS FOLLOWS-

Todd: Mrs.Lovett
It's man devouring man, my dear, 
And who are we to deny it in here? 

Todd:
Th ese are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, 
And desperate measures are called for.

Mrs. Lovett:
Here we are, hot out of the oven.

Todd:
What is that? 

Mrs. Lovett:
It's priest.
Have a little priest.

Todd:
Is it really good? 

Mrs. Lovett:
Sir, it's too good, 
At least.
Then again, they [bad word] sins of the flesh, 
So it's pretty fresh.

Todd:
Awful lot of fat.

Mrs. Lovett:
Only where it sat.

Todd:
Haven't you got poet
Or something like that? 

Mrs. Lovett:
No, you see the trouble with poet
Is, how do you know it's
Deceased? 
Try the priest.
Lawyer's rather nice.

Todd:
If it's for a price.

Mrs. Lovett:
Order something else, though, to follow, 
Since no one should swallow
It twice.

Todd:
Anything that's lean.

Mrs. Lovett:
Well, then, if you're British and loyal, 
You might enjoy Royal
Marine.
Anyway, it's clean.
Th ough, of course, it tastes of wherever it's been.

Todd:
Is that squire
On the fire? 

Mrs. Lovett:
Mercy no, sir, 
Look closer, 
You'll notice it's grocer.

Todd:
Looks thicker.
More like vicar.

Mrs. Lovett:
No, it has to be grocer—it's green.

Todd:
The history of the world, my love—

Mrs. Lovett:
Save a lot of graves, 
Do a lot of relatives favors…

Todd:
—Is those below serving those up above.

Mrs. Lovett:
Everybody shaves, 
So there should be plenty of flavours…

Todd:
How gratifying for once to know—

Both
—that those above will serve those down below! 

Todd:
What is that? 

Mrs. Lovett:
It's fop.
Finest in the shop.
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd
On top.
And I've just begun.
Here