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ANNOUNCER: For her first number, Miss Roxie Hart would like to sing a song of love and devotion dedicated to her dear husband Amos. FUNNY HONEY Roxie: Sometimes I'm right Sometimes I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll string along He loves me so That funny honey of mine! Sometimes I'm down Sometimes I'm up But he follows 'round Like some droopy-eyed pup He loves me so That funny honey of mine! He ain't no sheik That's no great physique Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh, but look at that soul I tell you, that whole Is a whole lot greater Than the sum of his parts And if you knew him like me I know you'd agree What if the world Slander my name? Why, he'd be right there Taking the blame He loves me so And it all suits me fine That funny, sunny, honey Hubby of mine! Amos: A man's got the right to protect his home and his loved ones, right? Fogarty: Of course, he has! Amos: Well, I come in from the garage, Officer, and I see him coming through the window. With my wife Roxanne there, sleepin'... Like an angel... Roxie: Amos: He loves me so ...an angel! That funny honey of mine! Amos: I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her or somethin'...you know what I mean...violated? Fogarty: I know what you mean... Amos: ...or somethin'. Think how terrible that would have been. It's a good thing I came home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that! I say I'm tellin' ya that! Roxie: He loves me so That funny honey of mine! Fogarty: Name of deceased...Fred Casely. Amos: Fred Casely. How could he be a burglar? My wife knows him! He sold us our furniture! Roxie: Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Amos: She lied to me. She told me he was a burglar. Fogarty: You mean he was dead when you got home? Amos: She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock and a bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say I did it 'cause I was sure to get off. Burglar, huh! Roxie: Amos: Now, he shot off his trap And I believed her! That cheap little tramp. So, she I can't stand that sap was two-timing me, huh? Well, then, she can just swing for all I care. Look at him go Boy, I'm down at the garage, Rattin' on me working my butt off fourteen With just one more brain hours a day and she's up there What half-wit he'd be munchin' on God-damn bon-bons and jazzing. This time she If they string me up pushed me too far. I'll know who That little chiseler. Brought the twine Boy, what a sap I was! That scummy, crummy Dummy hubby of mine ANNOUNCER: And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the "Cell Block Tango." Back to main page: Chicago Lyrics
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