My, them handles is chased silver, ain't they?
Silver, yes

These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shine
How he smiles in the light
My friend
My faithful friend

Speak to me, friend
Whisper, I'll listen
I know, I know
You've been locked out of sight all these years
Like me, my friend
Well, I've come home
To find you waiting
Home
And we're together
And we'll do wonders
Won't we?

You there, my friend (I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd)
Come let me hold you (if you only knew, Mr. Todd)
Now, with a sigh (ooh, Mr. Todd)
You grow warm in my hand (you're warm in my hand)
My friend (you've come home)
My clever friend (always had a fondness for you, I did)

Rest now my friends (never you fear, Mr. Todd)
Soon I'll unfold you (you can move in here, Mr. Todd)
Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days (will be yours)
My lucky friends
I'm your friend

'Til now your shine was merely silver (and you're mine)
Don't they shine beautiful?
Silver's good enough for me, Mr. T
Friends, you shall drip rubies
You'll soon drip precious rubies

At last my arm is complete again

Lift your razor high, Sweeney
Hear it singing, "Yes!"
Sink it in the rosy skin of righteousness

His voice was soft, his manner mild
He seldom laughed but he often smiled
He'd seen how civilized men behaved
He never forgot and he never forgave
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street

And how are they today?
Hungry as always, Miss Johanna

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