God, That's Good!

Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?
 Are your nostrils a quiver and tingling as
 well at the delicate lashes ambrosial smell?
 Yes they are I can tell
 Well, ladies and gentlemen, that aroma enriching the bees
 Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
 as the gourmets among you will tell you of course
 Ladies and gentlemen you can't imagine the rapture in store
 Just inside of this door!
 There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
 savory and sweet pies as you'll see
 You, who eat pies Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
 conjure up the treat pies used to be
 MRS. LOVETT:
 Nice to see you dearie
 how have you been keeping?
 Coo m'bounds is weary
 Toby, one for the gentleman
 hear the birdies cheeping
 helps to keep it cheery
 Toby, throw the old woman out!
 God, that's good!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 What's your pleasure dearie?
 No we don't cut slices
 Coo m'eyes is bleary
 Toby, none for the gentleman!
 I put up m'prices
 I'm a little leery
 Business couldn't be better now!
 God, that's good!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 Knock on wood!
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Yes? What love? Quick, though the trade is brisk
 SWEENEY: But its six o clock
 MRS. LOVETT: So its six o clock
 SWEENEY: It was due to arrive at a quarter to
 five and its six o clock! I've been waiting all day
 but it should have been here by now
 MRS. LOVETT: and its probably already down the block it
 will be here, it will be here have a pitcher of beer and it
 should've been here by now now
 More hot pies!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 Will you wait there cooling
 'Cause my customers truly are getting unruly
 SWEENEY: You come back when it comes!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 and what's your pleasure dearie?
 Oops I beg your pardon
 Just m'hands are smeary
 Toby, run for the gentleman
 down to Lover Garden
 always makes me teary
 must be one of them foreigners
 God, that's good! That is delicious!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 What's my secret?
 Frankly dear, forgive my can of firmly secret all to do with herbs
 things like being
 careful with your curry and that's what makes the gravy grander
 More hot pies! More hot, more pies!
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: What now, love? Quick, though the trade is brisk
 SWEENEY: But its here
 MRS. LOVETT: Its where?
 SWEENEY: Coming up the stair
 MRS. LOVETT: I'll get rid of the slaughters
 they're still pretty hott it will soon be there
 SWEENEY: It's about to be open to don't you care?
 MRS. LOVETT: No Ill be there,
 I will be there but then none will get sold if I let them get cold
 SWEENEY: But we have to prepare!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 Oh and incidentally dearie
 you know Mrs. Mooney
 sales have been so dreary
 Toby, poor thing is penniless
 What about that loony?
 Lookin sort of beery
 Oh well go get them upinsin that will be thruppinsin
 God, that's good!
 That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty
 smell such oh my god what's more that pie's good
 ooh ooh ooh
 ooh ooh ooh
 SWEENEY: Is this a chair fit for a king?
 How wondrous meet and most particular chair
 MRS.LOVETT: Its gorgeous, its gorgeous
 SWEENEY: You tell me where is a seat
 can half compare with this particular thing
 MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect, its gorgeous
 SWEENEY: I have a few minor adjustments
 MRS. LOVETT: You make your few minor adjustments
 SWEENEY: to make
 they'll take
 MRS. LOVETT: You take, your time
 SWEENEY: a moment
 MRS. LOVETT: I'll go see to the customers
 SWEENEY: I'll call you
 I have another friend
 Is that a pie fit for a king?
 Oh wondrous sweet and most particular thing
 MRS. LOVETT: Its gorgeous its gorgeous
 TOBY: You see maam why there is no meat
 pie can compete with this delectable pie
 MRS. LOVETT: Its perfect its gorgeous
 TOBY: The crust all velvety and wavy
 MRS. LOVETT: The crust all velvety and wavy
 TOBY: that glaze, those crimps
 MRS. LOVETT: That glaze, those crimps
 TOBY: and then the thick succulent gravy
 SWEENEY: Then down they go
 The cellar waits below
 TOBY: one whiff will make me glimpse
 a wonder that we surrender
 SWEENEY: On with, the show
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Excuse me
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: Dear, see to the customers
 SWEENEY: Psst!
 MRS. LOVETT: All set, love?
 SWEENEY: Hear me
 MRS. LOVETT: My heart's a flutter
 SWEENEY: When I pound the floor
 MRS. LOVETT: When you pound the floor
 SWEENEY: Its a signal to show that
 they're ready to go when I pound the floor
 MRS. LOVETT:
 Yes I know you told me you'd be ready to go when you pound the floor!
 Will you trust me? Will you trust me?
 SWEENEY: I just want to be sure
 MRS. LOVETT: I'll be waiting below for the whistle to blow
 SWEENEY: when I'm certain that you're in place
 I'll pound three times
 three times
 To warn you
 three times
 that means
 Exactly more hot pies! God!
 More hot! right! More pies! More! Right!
 MRS. LOVETT:
 How about it dearie?
 be here in a twinkling
 just confirms my theory
 Toby, god wash this off of here
 sit and have an inkling
 Toby, throw the old woman out
 TOBY: (at same time as MRS. LOVETT)
 Is that a pie fit for a king?
 Oh wondrous sweet and most delectable thing
 you see maam why there is no meat pie
 God, that's good!
 That is de-have-u-licious at the tasty smell such oh
 my god what's perfect more that pies such flavor God
 that's good!