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....