Helena Bonham Carter & Edward Sanders God, That's Good! Lyrics

Toby
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well
At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
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
Savoury 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
Toby!

Toby
Coming!

Mrs. Lovett
Ale, there!

Toby
Right, mum!

Mrs. Lovett
Quick now!
Nice to see you, dearie
How are you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
Toby! One for the gentleman...
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery...
Toby! Throw the old woman out!
What's my secret?
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like bein' careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!

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BOTH
Eat them slow and feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it
Eat them slow 'cos every one's a prize
Eat them slow 'cos that's the lot and now we've sold it
Come again tomorrow

Mrs. Lovett
Hold it!
Bless my eyes
Fresh supplies!

Mrs. Lovett
How about it, dearie?
Be here in a twinkling!
Just confirms my theory
Toby! God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling...
Positively eerie...

Toby
Is that a pie fit for a king
A wondrous sweet and most delectable thing?
You see, ma'am, why
There is no meat pie

Mrs. Lovett
Toby! Throw the old woman out!