The Worst Pies In London chords by Stephen Sondheim

Chords with lyrics

MRS. LOVETT:
A augmentedA costumer!
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Wait! What's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a... fright!
I thought you was a ghost!
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Half a minute, can't ya sit?
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Sit ya down! Sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
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Did ya come here for a pie, sir?
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Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What was that?
But you'd think we'd have the plague
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From the way that people keep avoiding
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No, you don't!
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Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
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Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
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Mind you I can hardly blame them
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These are probably the worst pies in London
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I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know
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I make 'em
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But good? No...
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The worst pies in London...
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Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!
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If you doubt it take a bite!
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Is that just disgusting?
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You have to concede it
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It's nothing but crusting
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Here drink this, you'll need it
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The worst pies in London
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And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is
When you get it
Never thought I'd live to see the day
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Men'd think it was a treat findin' poor animals
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What are dyin' in the street
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Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
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Does a business but I notice something weird
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Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her!
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What I calls enterprise!
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Poppin' pussies into pies!
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Wouldn't do in my shop!
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm telling you them pussycats is quick
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No denying times is hard, sir!
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Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting?
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All greasy and gritty?
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It looks like it's molting
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And tastes like... Well, pity
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A augmentedA woman alone!
With limited wind
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And the worst pies in London!
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Ah, sir
Times is hard
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Times is hard!