I have news for you my friend In order to shield her from the evils of this world I have decided to marry my dear Johanna Oh, sir, happy news indeed Strange though When I offered myself to her She showed a certain... reluctance Excuse me my Lord May I request my Lord Permission my Lord to speak? Forgive me if I suggest my lord You're looking less than your best my Lord There's powder upon your vest my Lord And stubble upon your cheek And ladies my Lord are weak Stubble, you say? Perhaps I am a little overhasty, in the mornings Fret not, though my Lord I know a place my Lord A barber my Lord of skill Thus armed with a shaven face my Lord Some eau de cologne to grace my Lord And musk to enhance the chase my Lord Bedazzle the girl untill... Until? She bows to your every will! A barber? Take me to him