Death Wiish sings 'The Worst Pies in London'

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- Death Wiish -

*Gasp* A customer!

- Death Wiish -

Wait! Where's your rush? Where's your hurry? You gave me such a fright! I thought you was a ghost! Half a minute, can't ya sit?

- Death Wiish -

Seat you down, sit! All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks! Did you come in for a pie, sir?

- Death Wiish -

Do forgive me if me head's a little vague. What was that? But you'd think we had the plague, from the way that people keep avoiding!

- Death Wiish -

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?

- Death Wiish -

Mind you, I can hardly blame them! These are probably the worst pies in London!

- Death Wiish -

I know why nobody cares to take them! I should know! I make 'em!

- Death Wiish -

But good? No. The worst pies in London....Even that's polite! The worst pies in London!

- Death Wiish -

If you doubt it take a bite! Is that just disgusting?

- Death Wiish -

You have to concede it! It's nothing but crusting! Here drink this, you'll need it.

- Death Wiish -

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.

- Death Wiish -

Men'd think it was a treat findin' poor animals that are dyin' in the street.

- Death Wiish -

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop. Does her business, but I noticed something weird.

- Death Wiish -

Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared.

- Death Wiish -

Have to hand it to her! What I calls, enterprise! Poppin' pussies into pies! Wouldn't do it in my shop!

- Death Wiish -

Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick! And I'm telling you, then pussycats is quick.

- Death Wiish -

No denying times is hard, sir! Even harder than the worst pies in London.

- Death Wiish -

Only lard and nothing more - is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty? It looks like it's molding! And tastes like...well pity a woman alone...

- Death Wiish -

With limited wind and the worst pies in London!

- Death Wiish -

Ah, sir, times is hard. Times is hard!

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