作词 : Stephen Sondheim
作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
Wait, what's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute, come here, sit, sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What is that?
But you think we had the plague
From the way that people keep avoiding
No, you don't,Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can't hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know, I make 'em,
But good? No!
The worst pies in London
Even that's polite the worst pies in London
If you doubt it, take a bite
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it
It's nothing but crusting
Here, drink this, you'll need it
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat What it is?
When you get it? Never Thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat
Findin' poor animals Wot are dyin' in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does a business but I notice somethin' weird
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her, wot I calls Enterprise
poppin' p***ies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm tellin' you, them p***ycats is quick
No denyin' times is hard, sir
Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting
And tastes like, well, pity
A woman alone
with limited wind
And the worst pies in London
Ah, sir, times is hard
Times is hard!
[00:00.000] 作词 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Stephen Sondheim
[00:00.000]Wait, what's your rush? What's your hurry?
[00:02.276]You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
[00:04.286]Half a minute, come here, sit, sit you down, sit
[00:06.819]All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
[00:09.659]Did you come here for a pie, sir?
[00:11.691]Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
[00:14.290]What is that?
[00:15.838]But you think we had the plague
[00:17.441]From the way that people keep avoiding
[00:19.482]No, you don't,Heaven knows I try, sir!
[00:22.141]But there's no one comes in even to inhale
[00:25.472]Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
[00:28.252]Mind you, I can't hardly blame them
[00:32.306]These are probably the worst pies in London
[00:37.075]I know why nobody cares to take them
[00:40.246]I should know, I make 'em,
[00:42.682]But good? No!
[00:44.319]The worst pies in London
[00:47.616]Even that's polite the worst pies in London
[00:52.530]If you doubt it, take a bite
[00:56.197]Is that just disgusting?
[00:58.352]You have to concede it
[01:00.795]It's nothing but crusting
[01:03.577]Here, drink this, you'll need it
[01:05.983]The worst pies in London
[01:09.646]And no wonder with the price of meat What it is?
[01:12.244]When you get it? Never Thought I'd live to see the day
[01:16.032]Men'd think it was a treat
[01:17.460]Findin' poor animals Wot are dyin' in the street
[01:20.730]Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
[01:23.109]Does a business but I notice somethin' weird
[01:25.732]Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared
[01:28.730]Have to hand it to her, wot I calls Enterprise
[01:32.094]poppin' p***ies into pies!
[01:33.855]Wouldn't do in my shop
[01:35.613]Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
[01:38.712]And I'm tellin' you, them p***ycats is quick
[01:41.914]No denyin' times is hard, sir
[01:46.943]Even harder than the worst pies in London
[01:51.560]Only lard and nothing more
[01:53.826]Is that just revolting
[01:56.034]All greasy and gritty?
[01:58.721]It looks like it's molting
[02:01.378]And tastes like, well, pity
[02:05.357]A woman alone
[02:09.469]with limited wind
[02:13.486]And the worst pies in London
[02:18.827]Ah, sir, times is hard
[02:24.575]Times is hard!