You know, there’s more than one barber in Seville.
And Figaro isn’t the best.
Juan is the best by far.
Figaro, well, he’s the best singer, but when you need a shave and a haircut, who gives a damn about how well your barber sings.
You want the best shave and the best haircut.
A smooth face with no nicks or cuts. A fine head of hair, coiffed properly.
You don’t want a towel on your face and a hat on your head, right?
But nobody performs operas about Juan.
Even though all the opera singers go to his barbershop.