I have news for you, my friend
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna

Oh, sir! Happy news indeed!

Strangely, when I offered myself to her
She showed a certain reluctance

Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
You're looking less than your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies, my lord, are weak

Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings

Fret not though, my lord
I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
Some eau de cologne to brace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until

Until?

She bows to your every will

A barber? Take me to him

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Stephen Sondheim