Lyrics:

And what may I do for you, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see sir a man infatuate with love
Her ardent and eager slave
So fetch the pomade and pumice stone
And lend me a more seductive tone
A sprinkling, perhaps, of French cologne
But first, sir, I think—a shave
The closest I ever gave

You're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd.
'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire
From one man to the next
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher
What more
What more, what more an man require—
Than love, sir?
More than love, sir
What, sir?
Women
Ah yes, women
Pretty women