Ladies and their Sensitivities
Judge (spoken)
Walk nyumbani with me, for I have news for you
In order to shield her from the evils of this world,
I have decided to marry Johanna inayofuata Monday.
Beadle (spoken)
Ah, sir happy news.
Judge (spoken)
Strange, 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)
Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return I shall give her a small gift.
Beadle (sung)
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord,
Have a fragile sensibility.
When a girl’s emergent,
Probably it’s urgent,
wewe differ to her gentility, my lord.
Personal disorder cannot be ignored,
aliyopewa their gentile proclivities.
Meaning no offense,
It happens they resents it,
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord.
Judge (spoken)
Stubble wewe say?
Perhaps at times I am over hasty with my morning ablutions.
Beadle (sung)
Fret not though my lord,
I know a place my lord,
A barber my lord of skill.
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)
Perhaps wewe may be right, take me to him.
Judge (spoken)
Walk nyumbani with me, for I have news for you
In order to shield her from the evils of this world,
I have decided to marry Johanna inayofuata Monday.
Beadle (spoken)
Ah, sir happy news.
Judge (spoken)
Strange, 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)
Perhaps if she greets me cordially upon my return I shall give her a small gift.
Beadle (sung)
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord,
Have a fragile sensibility.
When a girl’s emergent,
Probably it’s urgent,
wewe differ to her gentility, my lord.
Personal disorder cannot be ignored,
aliyopewa their gentile proclivities.
Meaning no offense,
It happens they resents it,
Ladies in their sensitivities my lord.
Judge (spoken)
Stubble wewe say?
Perhaps at times I am over hasty with my morning ablutions.
Beadle (sung)
Fret not though my lord,
I know a place my lord,
A barber my lord of skill.
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)
Perhaps wewe may be right, take me to him.
Alms Alms
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could wewe tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward...
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up.
So don't wewe go trespassin' there au it’s a good whipping for you
au any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush.
Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that wewe got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Beggar Woman
Alms, alms for a miserable woman!
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank ya, sir thank ya
Antony (spoken)
Mam, could wewe tell me who’s house this is?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is.
Antony (spoken)
And the young lady who resides there?
Beggar Woman (spoken)
Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward...
Keeps her snug he does. All locked up.
So don't wewe go trespassin' there au it’s a good whipping for you
au any other young man with mischief on his mind!
(sung)
How would ya like a little muff dear
A little jig jig. A little bounce around the bush.
Wouldja like to push me parsley? It looks to me dear that wewe got plenty there to push.
Alms! Alms! For a desperate woman!
Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it wewe sing?
How can wewe jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can wewe remain
staring at the rain
maddened kwa the stars?
How is it wewe sing
anything?
How is it wewe sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it wewe sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing au merely aloaming?
Are wewe discussing?
au fussing?
au simply dreaming?
Are wewe crowing?
Are wewe screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
imba to be sold?
Have wewe decided it's safer in cages
imba when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, wewe know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it wewe sing?
How can wewe jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can wewe remain
staring at the rain
maddened kwa the stars?
How is it wewe sing
anything?
How is it wewe sing?
Green finch. and linnet bird,
nightingale, blackbird
How is it wewe sing?
Whence comes this melody
constantly floating?
Is it rejoicing au merely aloaming?
Are wewe discussing?
au fussing?
au simply dreaming?
Are wewe crowing?
Are wewe screaming?
Ringdove and robinet
is it for wages?
imba to be sold?
Have wewe decided it's safer in cages
imba when you're told?
My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, wewe know,
when they're captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.
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GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe like one
kwa the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
kwa the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!
GREEN PIES AND HAM
Sweeney: That Judge must die!
That Judge must die!
I really think
that Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe like
a nice meat pie?
Sweeney: I do not want
your awful pie,
I have to get
the Judge to die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe like one
kwa the sea?
Sweeney: I would not like one
kwa the sea.
Now, please, strange woman,
leave me be!
I do not like
your lousy pie.
Now let me plot:
The Judge must die!
Mrs. Lovett: Would wewe live
above my shop?
I kept your razors
and your strop!
Sweeney: All right. I'll live
above your shop.
I'll use my razors
and my strop.
I'll slit their throats,
then they will die.
We'll turn my patrons
Into pie!