Lyrics:

You got a room over the shop, haven't you?
If times is so hard, why don't you rent it out?
People think it's haunted
Haunted?
Yeah, and who's to say they're wrong?
You see, years ago something happened up there
Something not very nice

There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker his name was
Benjamin Barker
What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, ya see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
There was this judge, ya see
Wanted her like mad!
Every day he sent her a flower
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sulked by the hour
Poor fool!
Ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor thing!

Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
Poor thing!
Poor thing!
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing!
Poor thing!

Of course when she goes there
Poor thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows there
Poor dear, poor thing
She wanders, tormented and drinks, poor thing!
The judge has repented, she thinks, poor thing!
'Oh where is Judge Turpin?' she asks
He was there, alright!
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for craft, ya see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft, ya see
So all of them stood there and laughed, ya see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!

NO!
Would no one have mercy on her?
So it is you, Benjamin Barker
No! Not Barker, that man is dead
It's Todd now, Sweeney Todd
And he will have his revenge