(Verse 1) The morning bells of fair Seville now ring, To wake the servant, lord, and mighty king. I tie my apron, flash a clever grin, And let the bustling city's life rush in. A barber? No, that word is far too small, I am the master factotum of all. With scissors sharp I trim a patron's cares, And silently direct their blind affairs. “Hey, Fabrizio, powder my wig today!” I hear the shouting nobles loudly say. “Quick, Fabrizio, scrape off this bristled chin!” They cry before their evening plots begin. To answer ev'ry desperation’s calI dash upstairs and down the darkened hall A phantom dancing in the city’s light I spin and laugh across the starlit night. (Verse 2) I carry lancets, soaps, and healing balms, And slip the secret notes in trembling palms. The old men pound my door and plead my grace, I hold the keys to all this busy place. From balcony to shadowed alleyway, I keep the sneaky scandals all at bay. Until they need a messenger of love, Disguised as harmless as a gentle dove. “Hey, Fabrizio, powder my wig today!” I hear the shouting nobles loudly say. “Quick, Fabrizio, scrape off this bristled chin!” They cry before their evening plots begin. To answer ev'ry desperation’s call I dash upstairs and down the darkened hall A phantom dancing in the city’s light I spin and laugh across the starlit night (Verse 3) Let stuffy nobles puff and loudly brag Their secret sins are hidden in my bag. Their foolish pride is mine to safely keep While ignorant and lazy masters sleep. For gold is sweet, but clever wit is king I pull the strings while helpless lovers sing. The finest rogue that Seville ever made I rule the streets and master ev'ry trade! (Outro Chorus) Hey, Fabrizio, powder my wig today The echoes fade as nobles drift away. “Quick, Fabrizio, scrape off this bristled chin I lock the door and count the gold within. The stage is dark, the final curtain falls And silence settles in the empty halls. The puppet master leaves his grand design The city sleeps, but all its wealth is mine!
