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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Annaleigh Ashford
Annaleigh Ashford
Künstler:in
Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
Künstler:in
Fred Lassen
Fred Lassen
Dirigent:in
David Lai
David Lai
Orchesterdirigent:in
Josh Groban
Josh Groban
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Stephen Sondheim
Stephen Sondheim
Komponist:in
Emily Grishman
Emily Grishman
Kopist:in
Jonathan Tunick
Jonathan Tunick
Orchestrator:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Thomas Kail
Thomas Kail
Co-Produzent:in
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jason LaRocca
Jason LaRocca
Mischtechniker:in
Alex Lacamoire
Alex Lacamoire
Musikleiter:in
Derik Lee
Derik Lee
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

Wait, what's your rush? What's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute, can't you sit, sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague, ugh!
What is that?
But you think we had the plague
From the way that people keep avoiding
No, you don't
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there's no one comes in even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know, I make them, but good? No!
The worst pies in London
Even that's polite the worst pies in London
If you doubt it, take a bite
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it
It's nothing but crusting
Here, drink this, you'll need it
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is? When you get it? Never
Thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat
Findin' poor animals
Wot are dyin' in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does a business but I notice somethin' weird
Lately all her neighbors' cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her, wot I calls
Enterprise poppin' pussies into pies!
Wouldn't do in my shop
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm tellin' you, them pussycats is quick
No denyin' times is hard, sir
Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting
All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting
And tastes like, well, pity
A woman alone with limited wind
And the worst pies in London
Ah, sir, times is hard
Times is hard!
Written by: Stephen Sondheim
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