Lyrics: Sweeney Todd. A Little Bit Off The Top.

Good evening sir let me take your coat
might I ask you sir your name
Oh it's Mr King, well there's a thing
Might I ask you sir your game

You deal in stocks and bonds
of silver and gold a very profitable job
and today you made a killing a great quantity of shilling
my you have made a few bob

You want what?
He wants what?
He wants a little bit off the top
He wants a little bit off the top

Oh they always talk about the weather
even when its not raining
if the sun don't shine, its a bleedin' crime
they never stop fucking complaining

I think this one's been a villain
his little bag of shillin'
would be a valuable addition to my lot

I think I'll send him on his way
before he becomes au fait
with the connection 'twixed
this chair and the pot

He wants what, He wants what
He wants a little bit off the top
a little bit off the top
Oh Just a little bit off the top
Yea just a little bit off the top
Oh just a little bit off the top
and if you don't stop wriggling Sir
you just might loose the lot

Oh Just a little bit off the top
Yea just a little bit off the top
Oh just a little bit off the top and if you don't stop wriggling Sir your going to loose the lot Now Now Sir no need to be a cry baby its only a little bit off the top

© r j young. t r young

(Thanks to bob for these lyrics)