Barber's Song
(Mitch Leigh / Joe Darion)
DON QUIXOTE
Someone approaches...!
SANCHO
Just an ordinary traveler.
DON QUIXOTE
(pointing off)
But see what he wears upon his head.
Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho.
SANCHO
Oh, dear!
BARBER
(from a distance)
Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay
Though your chin be smooth as satin,
You will need me soon I know
For the Lord protects his barbers,
And He makes the stubble grow.
If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick,
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick.
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