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