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Matron: Ask any of the chickies in my pen They'll tell I'm the biggest mother hen I love 'em all and all of them love me Because the system works The system called reciprocity... Got a little motto Always sees me through When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you! There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you They say that life is tit for tat And that's the way I live So, I deserve a lot of tat For what I've got to give Don't you know that this hand Washes that one too When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you! If you want my gravy Pepper my ragout Spice it up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folks contribute to You put in for Mama She'll pull out for you The folks atop the ladder Are the ones the world adores So boost me up my ladder, kid And I'll boost you up yours Let's all stroke together Like the Princeton crew When you're strokin' Mama Mama's strokin' you So what's the one conclusion I can bring this number to? When you're good to Mama Mama's good to you ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentleman, presenting the Silver-Tongued Prince of the Courtroom - the one - the only Mr. Billy Flynn. Back to main page: Chicago Lyrics
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