Sweeney:
You got room over the shop, don't you? Times is so hard, why don't you rent it
out?

Mrs. Lovett:
People think its haunted.

Sweeney:
...Haunted?

Mrs. Lovett:
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.

Sweeney:
...What was his crime?

Mrs. Lovett:
Foolishness.

He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing, silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing! Poor thing...
There this judge, you see
Wanted her like mad
Everyday he'd send her a flower
But did she come down from her tower?
Sat up there and sobbed by the hour
Poor fool.
Ah but there was worse yet to come, poor thing...

The 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 come straight to his house tonight!" Poor thing,
poor thing!

(Ball music)

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 such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll!
They figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of them stood there and LAUGHED, you see
Poor soul! Poor thing!