No Place Like London

I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders

From the Dardenells, to the mountains of Peru

But there's no place like London!

No, there's no place like London

Mr. Todd?

You are young, life has been kind to you

You will learn

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

And the vermin of the world inhabit it

And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit

And it goes by the name of London

At the top of the hole sit the privileged few

Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo

Turning beauty into filth and greed

I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders

For the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru

But there's no place like London!

Is everything alright, Mr. Todd?

I beg your indulgence, Anthony

My mind is far from easy

In these once-familiar streets, I feel shadows everywhere

There was a barber and his wife

And she was beautiful

A foolish barber and his wife

She was his reason and his life

And she was beautiful

And she was virtuous

And he was naive

There was another man who saw

That she was beautiful

A pious vulture of the law

Who, with a gesture of his claw

Removed the barber from his plate

Then there was nothing but to wait

And she would fall

So soft, so young

So lost and oh so beautiful

And the lady, sir?

Did she succumb?

Oh, that was many years ago

I doubt if anyone would know

I'd like to thank you Anthony

If you hadn't spotted me, I'd be lost on the ocean still

Will I see you again?

You might find me if you like

Around Fleet Street, I wouldn't wonder

Until then, my friend

There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

And it's filled with people who are filled with shit

And the vermin of the world inhabit it