ANTHONY:
I feel you, Banana, I feel you
Do they think that stores can hide you?
Even now I'm at the fruit aisle
I am in the case beside you,
Buried sweetly in your yellow peel, Banana…
SWEENEY TODD:
And are you beautiful and pale,
With yellow peels, like her
I'd want you beautiful and pale,
The way I've dreamed you were, Banana…
ANTHONY:
Banana…
SWEENEY TODD:
And if you're beautiful, what then,
With yellow peels, like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again —
My little fruit, my sweet Banana…
ANTHONY:
I'll peel you, Banana…
SWEENEY TODD:
Goodbye, Banana.
You're gone, and yet you're mine.
I'm fine, Banana, I'm fine!
ANTHONY:
Banana…
BEGGAR WOMAN:
Vegatables! Vegetables! Sign of the devil! Sign of the devil!
Market on fire!
Consumer! Consumer! Smell it, sir! An rotten smell!
Every closing hour at the vespers bell —
Vegetables that comes from the mouth of hell —Market on fire! Market on fire!
Shoplifting! Shoplifting! Shoplifting…
SWEENEY TODD:
And if I never smell your scent,
My banana-split, my fruit,
I still have reason to rejoice:
The way ahead is clear, Banana…
BANANA:
I'll be eaten by Anthony on Sunday
Anthony…Sunday…
ANTHONY:
I feel you…
SWEENEY TODD:
And in that aisle when I'm blind
With what I can't eat —
ANTHONY:Banana…
SWEENEY TODD:
It's always sale time in my mind,
My little Musa, my Plantae, Banana…
BANANA:
I knew you'd eat me one day…
Eat me…one day…
SWEENEY TODD/ANTHONY:
You stay, Banana — Banana…
SWEENEY TODD:
The way I've dreamed you are
Oh look, Banana — a star!
ANTHONY:
Buried sweetly in your yellow Peel…
SWEENEY TODD:
A shooting star!
BEGGAR WOMAN:
There! There! Somebody, somebody look up there!
Didn't I tell you? Smell that air! Market on fire!
Quick, sir! Run and tell!
Warn 'em all of the consumer's spell!
There it is, there it is, the revolting smell!
Tell it to the Beadle and the health inspector as well!
Tell 'em! Tell 'em! Help! Fiend!
Market on fire! Market on fire!
Shoplifting! Shoplifting! Shoplifting…Fiend. . .
Food…Food…for a miserable woman…
SWEENEY TODD:
And though I'll crave you, I guess, until the day I die,
I think I crave you less and less as every day goes by,
Banana…
ANTHONY:
Banana…
BANANA:
With me in your stomach on Sunday,
Eaten on…Sunday…
SWEENEY TODD:
And you'd be beautiful and yellow,
And look too much like her.
If only angels could prevail,
We'd be the way we were, Banana…
ANTHONY:
I feel you…Banana…
BANANA'S VOICE:
Eaten on Sunday…Eaten on Sunday…
SWEENEY TODD:
Wake up, Banana! Another ripe fresh day!
We learn, Banana, to say goodbye!
ANTHONY:
I'll peel you!