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Chicago The Musical Miscellaneous I Know A Girl Velma. Can you imagine? I mean , can you imagine? Can you believe it? I mean , can you believe? I know a girl A girl who lands on top You could put her face into a pail of slop And she'd come up smelling like a rose How she does it, heaven knows. Reporter. Hold on, she's comin' out now. well, doc, is she or isn't she? Velma. She is Reporter. She is!!! Velma. (sung.) I know a girl A girl with so much luck She could get run over by a ten-ton truck Then brush herself off and walk away How she does it, couldn't say Billy. (spoken.) doc, would you swear to that staemen in court. Doctor. yes Billy. good. . . uh. . . button your fly Velma. (sung.) Whilst I On the other hand Pur my face in a pail of slop And I would smell like a pail of slop I On the other hand Get run over by a truck And I am deader that a duck I know a girl Who tells so many lies Anything that's true Would truly cross her eyes But what that mouse is selling The whole world buts And nobody smells a rat. Roxie. (spoken.) please, ladies and gentlemen of the Press-leave the two of us alone so we can rest. Velma (spoken.) the two of us?? (sung.) Can you imagin? I mean, can you imagine? Reporter. (spoken.) could I have one last picture please? Roxie. oh sure anything for the press. Velma (sung.) Do you belive it? I mean do you belive it? Roxie. My dear little baby Velma (sung, mocking roxie) My dear little baby Roxie. My sweet little baby Velma. My sweet little . . . baby.... |
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