Man Of La Mancha: Barber'S Song

Oh, I am a little barber and I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay
Though your chin be smooth as satin
You will need me soon, I know
For the Lord protects his barbers
And he makes the stubble grow
If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick