Lyrics:

Toby
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, puh-lease?
Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling
As well at that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell

Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course

Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store--
Just inside of this door!

There you'll sample
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savoury and sweet pies
As you'll see

You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be

Mrs. Lovett:
'Toby!'

Toby:
'Coming!'

Mrs. Lovett:
'Ale, there!'

Toby:
'Right, Mum!'

Mrs. Lovett:
'Quick now!'

Nice to see you, dearie
How are you been keeping
Cor, me bones is weary
Toby, one for the gentleman
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby, throw the old woman out!

What's my secret
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like bein' careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!

Toby and Mrs. Lovett:
Eat them slow and feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it
Eat them slow 'cause every one's a prize
Eat them slow 'cause that's the lot and now we've sold it
Come again tomorrow!

Mrs. Lovett:
Hold it!

Bless my eyes
Fresh supplies

Simultaneously:

Mrs. Lovett:
How about it, dearie
Be here in a twinkling
Just confirms my theory
Toby, God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling
Positively eerie

Toby:
Is that a pie fit for a king
A wondrous sweet and most delectable thing
You see, Mum
Why, there is no meat pie

Mrs. Lovett:
Toby, throw the old woman out!