The Contest Lyrics

Stephen Sondheim The Contest

[Pirelli]
Now signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who had-a da glory
To shave-a da pope
Misterr Sweeney, whoever
I beg-a da pardon
You’ll probably say-a it was only a cardinal
Nope!
It was-a da pope!

To shave-a da face
To cut-a da hair
Require a grace
Require da flare
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit beyond-a repair
To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
Not just-a da flash
It take-a Panash
It take-a da passion for da art

To shave-a da face
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me by God
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will
To take-a da pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace