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I am Adolfo Pirelli, da of da barbers
Da of kings
E giorno, good day, I blow you a kiss
And I da Pirelli
I to know-a who has-a da nerve-a
To say my is piss? Who says this?

I do, I am Mr. Todd
And I have opened a bottle of Pirelli's
And I say to you, it is nothing but an arrant
from piss and ink

He's right,
Better to throw your down the sewer
and gentlemen
Pay no to that madman
to be the first for a magnificent shave?

And furthermore, I have no kings
Yet I that I can shave a cheek
And pull a tooth ten times more dexterity
Than any mountebank

You see these razors? The finest in
I lay against five pounds, you are no match for me
You hear me, sir? accept my challenge
Or yourself as a sham, bravo, bravo

Zees are fine razors
Instruments like zees seen
Cannot be forgotten, and a fine extractor too
You wager zees five pounds, sir? I do

You hear zis foolish man? and see
How he will regret his folly, pounds it is
Friends, neighbors, for a free shave?
Me, Mr. Todd, sir, and me, Mr. Todd, sir
here, bring me a chair
Boy, ze basins, bring ze towels
Yes, sir,

Will Bamford be the judge?
Glad as always to
My friends and
Put it there, ready? Ready,
The fastest, smoothest shave is the

Now, signorini, signori, we mix a da
But a you gather around, signorini, signori
You looking a man who had a
Da to shave-a da Pope

Mr. Sweeney, so
Oh, I you pardon
Call me a lie, was a only a
Nope, it was-a da

Perhaps, signorini,
You like-a I tell-a, da famous-a
Of Isabella
Da of-a Polan
Whose toot' was-a

I it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to
a screaming-a murder
She's later-a swoon-a bliss
An' was heard-a to
all of 'em out

To shave-a da face, to pull a da
da grace and not a da brute
For if-a you slip, you da skin
You clip-a da chin, you da lip a bit
And da trut'

To shave-a da face or a part
Widout it-a require da heart
It take-a da art, I you a chart
I starting in my yout'

To da hair, to trim-a da beard
To make-a da clean like a whistle
Dis is early infancy
Da talent to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da
It take-a da to take-a da pains
It da pace, it take-a da grace
The is Todd
Smooth as a arse

And now who's for a pulling
without charge
Me, sir, me, sir, who else? No

Then sir, since is no means
To the second skill
I the five pounds
To which he is entitled,

Wait, one moment,
You, boy, get on chair
Me, Oh, not a tooth, sir
I beg of you, I ain't got a
Not the pain, I

You do now
We see who is zee now
Zis Todd or zee great Pirelli
Ready, ready

To pull-a da toot' widout-a da
Can da root
Now da still an' if-a you slip
You a bit, you hit da pit of it

Or chip-a da do and to fill
To pull-a da widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space all da place
You try to erase da trace

Sometimes is da case you kill
To hold-a da clamp widout-a da
Wid all dat saliva, it drive-a you crazy

mutter or back-a you go to da gutter
My is as light as a butter-a cup
I da pains, I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains, I give-a da
I da grace, I win-a da race

Not a of pain, not a twinge
The a bloody marvel
The two-time winner, Mr. Todd

Sir, I bow to a skill far than my own
The pounds
Here, sir, and may the Lord smile on you
we meet again

Come, boy
Signori, signorini
Buon giorno, giorno a tutti