The Contest

Ready?

Ready!

Ready

The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner

Now, signorini, signori, we mix-a the lather

But first-a you gather around, signorini, signori

You looking a man who have had-a da glory

To shave-a da Pope!

Mr. Sweeney whoever, I beg-a your pardon, 'll

Probably say it was only a cardinal, nope!

It was-a da Pope!

To shave-a da face, to cut-a da hair

Require da grace, require da flair

For if-a you slip, you nick da skin

You clip-a da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit beyond repair

To shave-a da face or even a part

Without it-a smart require da heart

Not just-a da flash, it take-a panache

It take-a da passion for the art

To shave-a da face, to trim-a da beard

To make-a da bristle clean like a whistle

Dis is from early infancy da talent give to me by God

It take-a da skill, it take-a da brains

It take-a da will to take-a da pains

It take-a da pace, it take-a the grace—

The winner is Todd