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 Thatstaemen 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....