Teksty: Chicago The Musical. 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....