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“All that Jazz” | Velma Kelly | Come on babe Why don't we paint the town? And all that Jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold on, hon We're gonna bunny hug I bought some aspirin Down at United Drug In case you shake apart And want a brand new start To do that Jazz
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"When You're Good To Mama" | Mama Morton | Ask any of the chickies in my pen They'll tell you 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". You might think l'd make your life a living hell, which is not true. There's a lot of favors I'm prepared to do You do one for Mama She'll do one for you. l'd be your friend if you let me. So if something upsets you or makes you unhappy in any way, don't shoot your fat-ass mouth on me 'cause l won't give a shit. Now move it out. 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!
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“Cell-Block Tango” | Liz Annie June Hunyak Velma Mona
| [All Murderess's] He had it coming He had it coming He only had himself to blame. If you'd have been there If you'd have seen it [Velma] My sister, Veronica, and I had this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us. Now for the last number in our act, we did these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one night before the show we are in a hotel Cicero, the three of us, sittin' up in a hotel room, boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went out to get some. I come back, open the door And there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen -the spread eagle. Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing. It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.
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“That Funny Honey of Mine”
| Amos Announcer Roxie
| I'm telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until I fired the first shot, then she opened her eyes. She was somehow in sleep. I would say she sleeps in charisma pray. When I think of what would happen if I went off for a beer with the guy instead of coming straight home, it makes me sick even think about it... For her first number, Ms. Roxie Hart would like to sing a song of Loving Devotion. Dedicated to her dear husband, Amos. Sometime's I'm right Sometime's I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll String along He loves me so That funny honey of mine Sometime's I'm down Sometime's I'm up But he follows 'round Like some droopy-eyed pup He loves me so That funny honey of mine
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“Razzle Dazzle” | Billy Flynn
| Don't be. I've been around a long time. Believe me, you've got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus. A three-ring circus. The trial, the whole world... is all a show business. Kid, you gonna be a star. Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle dazzle 'em Give 'em an act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bead and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes? What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ? Razzle dazzle 'em And they'll never catch wise! Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle dazzle 'em Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous Row after row will grow vociferous Give 'em the old flim flam flummox Fool and fracture 'em How can they hear the truth above the roar? Roar, roar, roar. Throw 'em a fake and a finagle They'll never know you're just a bagel, Razzle dazzle 'em And they'll beg you for more!
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