Lyrics:

Judge (spoken)
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

Beadle (spoken)
Ah, sir; happy news, indeed!

Judge (spoken)
Strange, though-- when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain... reluctance

Beadle (sung)
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

Judge (spoken)
Stubble you say?
Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings

Beadle (sung)
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 grace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until

Judge (spoken)
Until?

Beadle (sung)
She bows to your every will!

Judge (spoken)
Barber? Take me to him!