Chords for Sweeney Todd The Worst Pies in London-Lyrics On Screen
Tempo:
119.05 bpm
Chords used:
C
F
Db
Eb
Ab
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Wait!
Where's your rush?
Where's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was the ghost of a minute.
[Db] Can't you sit?
Sit you damn sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come [Bb] in for a pie, [Db] sir?
Do forgive me if [Eb] me head's a little [Dbm] vague.
What was that?
That you think we had the [Ab] plague.
From the way that people keep [C] avoiding.
No you don't.
[Ab] Heaven knows a trial, sir.
But does no one comes a-kneefin' [Abm] to inhale?
Right you are, sir.
Would you like a drop [E] of ale?
[Db] Mind you I [F] cannot leave.
Blime [C] them.
These are probably [F] the worst pies in London.
[C] I know, I know, what it [F] takes to take them.
I should know.
[Eb] I'm a [Dm]-
The worst pies [F] in London.
[C] Even that's polite.
The worst pies in [F] London.
If you dare to [C] take a bite.
[F] Is that jam disgusting?
[Em] You [C] have to concede it.
[Eb] It's nothing but [Dm] frosting.
Here, drink this.
[G] You'll need it.
[F] The worst [C] pies in London.
And I wonder with the price [B] of meat what it is when you get it.
Never [Eb] thought I'd live to see the day.
[B] Many think it was a treat for the poor animals.
What a dine in the street.
Mrs Mooney [Ab] has a pie shop.
Does her business but I [Ab] notice something weird.
Likely all her neighbours' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her.
[Eb] What a cause.
[Ab] Enterprise.
Hoping for [C] Cisenterpies.
Wouldn't do in my shop.
Just the thought of it's enough to [Abm] make you sick.
And I'm telling you them [Db] pussycats is quick.
[Ab] [Db]
No denying times [F] is hard for.
[C] Even harder [F] than the worst pies in London.
[C] Only loads and loads more.
Is that [G] just revolting?
[C] Or greasy?
And gritty?
[Eb] It looks like it's malting.
[Dm] And tastes like.
[Db] Well pity [C] a woman alone.
With [F]
limited [C] wings.
And [Bb] the worst pies in London.
Worse.
[C] Times is hard.
Times [F] is hard.
[F]
Where's your rush?
Where's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was the ghost of a minute.
[Db] Can't you sit?
Sit you damn sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come [Bb] in for a pie, [Db] sir?
Do forgive me if [Eb] me head's a little [Dbm] vague.
What was that?
That you think we had the [Ab] plague.
From the way that people keep [C] avoiding.
No you don't.
[Ab] Heaven knows a trial, sir.
But does no one comes a-kneefin' [Abm] to inhale?
Right you are, sir.
Would you like a drop [E] of ale?
[Db] Mind you I [F] cannot leave.
Blime [C] them.
These are probably [F] the worst pies in London.
[C] I know, I know, what it [F] takes to take them.
I should know.
[Eb] I'm a [Dm]-
The worst pies [F] in London.
[C] Even that's polite.
The worst pies in [F] London.
If you dare to [C] take a bite.
[F] Is that jam disgusting?
[Em] You [C] have to concede it.
[Eb] It's nothing but [Dm] frosting.
Here, drink this.
[G] You'll need it.
[F] The worst [C] pies in London.
And I wonder with the price [B] of meat what it is when you get it.
Never [Eb] thought I'd live to see the day.
[B] Many think it was a treat for the poor animals.
What a dine in the street.
Mrs Mooney [Ab] has a pie shop.
Does her business but I [Ab] notice something weird.
Likely all her neighbours' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her.
[Eb] What a cause.
[Ab] Enterprise.
Hoping for [C] Cisenterpies.
Wouldn't do in my shop.
Just the thought of it's enough to [Abm] make you sick.
And I'm telling you them [Db] pussycats is quick.
[Ab] [Db]
No denying times [F] is hard for.
[C] Even harder [F] than the worst pies in London.
[C] Only loads and loads more.
Is that [G] just revolting?
[C] Or greasy?
And gritty?
[Eb] It looks like it's malting.
[Dm] And tastes like.
[Db] Well pity [C] a woman alone.
With [F]
limited [C] wings.
And [Bb] the worst pies in London.
Worse.
[C] Times is hard.
Times [F] is hard.
[F]
Key:
C
F
Db
Eb
Ab
C
F
Db
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_ Wait!
Where's your rush?
Where's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was the ghost of a minute.
[Db] Can't you sit?
Sit you damn sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come [Bb] in for a pie, [Db] sir?
Do forgive me if [Eb] me head's a little [Dbm] vague.
What was that?
That you think we had the [Ab] plague.
From the way that people keep [C] avoiding.
No you don't.
[Ab] Heaven knows a trial, sir.
But does no one comes a-kneefin' [Abm] to inhale?
_ Right you are, sir.
Would you like a drop [E] of ale?
[Db] Mind you I [F] cannot leave.
Blime [C] them.
These are probably [F] the worst pies in London.
[C] I know, I know, what it [F] takes to take them.
I should know.
[Eb] I'm a _ [Dm]-
The worst pies [F] in London.
[C] _ Even that's polite.
The worst pies in [F] London.
If you dare to [C] take a bite. _
[F] Is that jam disgusting?
[Em] You [C] have to concede it.
[Eb] It's nothing but [Dm] frosting.
Here, drink this.
[G] You'll need it.
[F] The worst [C] pies in London.
And I wonder with the price [B] of meat what it is when you get it.
Never [Eb] thought I'd live to see the day.
[B] Many think it was a treat for the poor animals.
What a dine in the street.
Mrs Mooney [Ab] has a pie shop.
Does her business but I [Ab] notice something weird.
Likely all her neighbours' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her.
[Eb] What a cause.
[Ab] Enterprise.
Hoping for [C] Cisenterpies.
Wouldn't do in my shop.
Just the thought of it's enough to [Abm] make you sick.
And I'm telling you them [Db] pussycats is quick.
[Ab] _ [Db]
No denying times [F] is hard for.
[C] _ Even harder [F] than the worst pies in London.
_ [C] Only loads and loads more.
Is that [G] just revolting?
[C] Or greasy?
And gritty?
[Eb] It looks like it's malting.
[Dm] And tastes like.
_ [Db] Well pity [C] a woman _ alone.
_ With [F]
limited _ [C] wings.
And [Bb] the worst pies in London. _ _ _ _ _
Worse.
[C] _ _ _ Times is hard. _
Times [F] is hard.
_ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Wait!
Where's your rush?
Where's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was the ghost of a minute.
[Db] Can't you sit?
Sit you damn sit!
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come [Bb] in for a pie, [Db] sir?
Do forgive me if [Eb] me head's a little [Dbm] vague.
What was that?
That you think we had the [Ab] plague.
From the way that people keep [C] avoiding.
No you don't.
[Ab] Heaven knows a trial, sir.
But does no one comes a-kneefin' [Abm] to inhale?
_ Right you are, sir.
Would you like a drop [E] of ale?
[Db] Mind you I [F] cannot leave.
Blime [C] them.
These are probably [F] the worst pies in London.
[C] I know, I know, what it [F] takes to take them.
I should know.
[Eb] I'm a _ [Dm]-
The worst pies [F] in London.
[C] _ Even that's polite.
The worst pies in [F] London.
If you dare to [C] take a bite. _
[F] Is that jam disgusting?
[Em] You [C] have to concede it.
[Eb] It's nothing but [Dm] frosting.
Here, drink this.
[G] You'll need it.
[F] The worst [C] pies in London.
And I wonder with the price [B] of meat what it is when you get it.
Never [Eb] thought I'd live to see the day.
[B] Many think it was a treat for the poor animals.
What a dine in the street.
Mrs Mooney [Ab] has a pie shop.
Does her business but I [Ab] notice something weird.
Likely all her neighbours' cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her.
[Eb] What a cause.
[Ab] Enterprise.
Hoping for [C] Cisenterpies.
Wouldn't do in my shop.
Just the thought of it's enough to [Abm] make you sick.
And I'm telling you them [Db] pussycats is quick.
[Ab] _ [Db]
No denying times [F] is hard for.
[C] _ Even harder [F] than the worst pies in London.
_ [C] Only loads and loads more.
Is that [G] just revolting?
[C] Or greasy?
And gritty?
[Eb] It looks like it's malting.
[Dm] And tastes like.
_ [Db] Well pity [C] a woman _ alone.
_ With [F]
limited _ [C] wings.
And [Bb] the worst pies in London. _ _ _ _ _
Worse.
[C] _ _ _ Times is hard. _
Times [F] is hard.
_ _ [F] _ _
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