The Contest

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(Only the parts that are sung)

I am Adolfo Pirelli, the king of the barbers

The barber of kings

E Bon giorno, good day

I blow you a kiss!

And I, the so famous Pirelli would wish-a to know-a who has-a the nerve-a to say....

My elixir is piss! Who says this?

Now Signorini, signori, we mix-a the lather, but first-a you gather around!

Signorini, signori, you looking a man who have had-a the glory to shave-a the Pope!

Mr. Sweeney, whoever I beg-a you pardon, you'll probably say it was only a Cardinal

Nope!

It was-a the Pope!

To shave-a the face

To cut-a the hair

Require the grace

Require the flair

For if-a you slip, you nick the skin, you clip-a the chin, you rip-a the lip beyond-a repair.

To shave-a the face

Or even a part

Without it a smart

Require the heart

Not just-a the flash!

It take-a panache

It take-a the passion for the art...

To shave-a the face

To trim-a the beard

To make-a bristle clean like a whistle

This is from early infancy

The talent give-a to me

By God............................

It take-a the still

It take-a the brains

It take-a the will

To take-a the pains

It take-a the pace

It take-a the grace!...........................

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