[Velma]
Can you imagine?
I mean, can you imagine?
Do you believe it?
I mean, do you believe it?
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 everybody, she's comin' out now
Well, doc, is she or isn't she?

[Doctor, spoken]
She is

[Reporter]
She is!

[Velma]
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]
Doc, would you swear to that statement in court?

[Doctor]
Yes

[Billy]
Good, uh, button your fly

[Velma]
Whilst I
On the other hand
Put 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 than 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 buys
And nobody smells a rat

[Roxie]
Please, ladies and gentlemen of the press
Leave the two of us alone so we can rest

[Velma]
The two of us??
Can you imagine?
I mean, can you imagine?

[Reporter]
Could I have one last picture please?

[Roxie]
Oh! Sure anything for the press

[Velma]
Do you believe it?
I mean do you believe it?

[Roxie]
My dear little baby

[Velma]
My dear little baby

[Roxie]
My sweet little baby

[Velma]
My sweet little baby