Roxie

Stop the presses! Convent girl hell! "We both reached for the gun," says Roxie! "Dancing feet leads to sorrow" says beautiful jazz slayer Roxie sobs, "I'd give anything to bring him back!" Jazz and liquor: Roxie's downfall I always wanted my name in the papers! Before Amos, I used to date this well-to-do ugly bootlegger He used to like to take me out and show me off Ugly guys like to do that Once it said in the paper "Gangland's Al Capelli seen with cute redheaded Corrine" That was me I clipped it out and saved it Look I'm gonna tell you the truth Not that the truth really matters But I'm gonna tell you anyway The thing is, see I'm older than I ever intended to be And all my life, i wanted to be a dancer in Vaudeville Ooh, yeah Have my own act But no, no, no They always turned me down It was one big world full of "no" Life Then Amos came along Sweet, safe Amos who never says no You know, some guys are like mirrors And when I catch myself in Amos's face I'm always a kid You could love a guy like that Look, now I gotta tell ya And I hope this ain't too crude In the bed department, Amos was - Zero I mean, when we went to bed He made love to me like he was - Fixing a carburetor or something! "I love ya, honey, I love ya" Anyway, to make a long story short I started fooling around Then Istarted screwing around Which is foolin' around without dinner I gave up the Vaudeville idea Because - well, after all those years You sort of figure opportunity's just passed you by Hoo, but it ain't Oh no, no, no, no, but it ain't! If this Flynn guy gets me off And with all this publicity Now I got me a world full of "yes" The name on everybody's lips Is gonna be Roxie The lady raking in the chips Is gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just some dumb mechanic's wife I'm gonna be Roxie Who says that murder's not an art? And who in case she doesn't hang Can say she started with a bang? Roxie Hart! I gotta get me some boys I'm gonna get me a whole bunch of boys! They're gonna wait outside in line To get to see Roxie Think of those autographs I'll sign "Good luck to ya" Roxie And I'll appear in a lavalier That goes all the way down to my waist Here a ring There a ring Everywhere a-ring-a-ling But always in the best of taste! Mm, I'm a star! And they love me And I love them And they love me for loving them And I love them for loving me And we love each other That's because none of us Got enough love in our childhood And that's showbiz, kid She's giving up her humdrum life I'm gonna be Roxie She made a scandal and a start And Sophie Tucker'll shit, I know (uh-huh) To see her name get billed below Roxie, Roxie Hart Mm, oh oh oh mm, oh oh Mm, mm mm mm-mm Those are my boys Mm mm, mm-mm-mm