God, That’s Good! Songtext
von Edward Sanders & Helena Bonham Carter

Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, puh-lease?
Are your nostrils a-quiver and tingling as well
At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course

Ladies and gentlemen
You can′t imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!

There you'll sample Mrs. Lovett′s meat pies
Savoury and sweet pies, as you'll see
You who eat pies, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies used to be

Toby! (Coming!)
Ale, there! (Right, Mum!)
Quick now!


Nice to see you, dearie
How are you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby, throw the old woman out!

What′s my secret?
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like bein′ careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!

Eat them slow and feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it
Eat them slow ′cause every one's a prize
Eat them slow ′cause that's the lot and now we′ve sold it
Come again tomorrow, hold it!

Bless my eyes
Fresh supplies

How about it, dearie (is that a pie fit for a king?)
Be here in a twinkling (a wondrous sweet)
Just confirms my theory (and most delectable thing)
Toby, God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling (you see, Mum?)
Positively eerie (why, there is no meat pie)
Toby, throw the old woman out!