The Ballad Of Sweeney Todd: "His Hands Were Quick, His Fingers Were Strong"

His hands were quick
His fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering under the sod
Consigned there with a friendly prod
From Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street

See your razor gleam, Sweeney
Feel how well it fits
As it floats across the throats
Of hypocrites