Funny Honey

Lyrics

For her first number
 Mrs. Roxie Hart would like to sing a song of love and devotion
 Dedicated to her dear husband, Amos
 Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
 But he doesn't care, he'll string along
 He loves me so, that funny honey of mine
 Sometimes I'm down, sometimes I'm up
 But he follows 'round like some droopy-eyed pup
 He loves me so, that funny honey of mine
 He ain't no sheik, that's no great physique
 And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
 But look at that soul, I tell you, that whole
 Is a whole lot greater than the sum of his parts
 And if you knew him like me, I know you'd agree
 What if the world slandered my name?
 Why he'd be right there taking the blame
 He loves me so, and it all suits me fine
 That funny, sunny, honey, hubby of mine
 I mean supposin', just supposin' he had violated
 Her or somethin', you know what I mean, violated?
 I know what you mean
 Or somethin', think how terrible that would have been
 It's a good thing I came home from work on time
 He loves me so (I'm tellin' you that, I say, I'm tellin' ya that!)
 That funny honey of mine
 Name of deceased, Fred Casely
 Fred Casely? How could he be a burglar?
 My wife knows him, he sold us our furniture
 He gave us ten percent off
 Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
 You told me he was a burglar!
 You mean he was dead when you got home?
 She had him covered with a sheet
 And she's tellin' me some cock-and-bull story about this burglar
 And how I ought to say I did it, 'cause I was sure to get off
 "Help me, Amos," she says, "It's my goddamn hour of needs"
 Now, he shot off his trap
 I can't stand that sap
 Look at him go (and I believed her!)
 Rattin' on me (that cheap, little tramp)
 With just one more brain (she's two-timing me, huh?)
 What a half-wit he'd be (well, I'm through for protecting her now
 (She can swing for all I care)
 If they string me up (boy, I'm down at the garage working my butt 14 hours a day)
 Well, I'll know who (and she's out there mucnhin' on bon-bons)
 Brought the twine (and tramping around like some goddamn floozy)
 (Thought she could pull the wool over my eyes, huh?)
 That scummy, crummy (I wasn't born yesterday, I tell ya, there are some things)
 Dummy, hubby of mine (a man just can't take, and this time she pushed me too far)
 (That little chiseler, boy, what a sap I was!)
 

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Duration
03:39
Key
8
Tempo
84 BPM

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