I Know A Girl - Chicago The Musical

Velma. 
Can you imagine? 
I mean , can you imagine? 

Can you believe it? 
I mean , can you believe? 
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, she's comin' out now. well, doc, is she or isn't she? 
Velma. 
She is 

Reporter. 
She is!!! 

Velma. 
(sung.) 
 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. (spoken.) doc, would you swear to thatstaemen in court. 
Doctor. yes 
Billy. good. . . uh. . . button your fly 

Velma. (sung.) 
Whilst I 
On the other hand 
Pur 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 that 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 buts 
And nobody smells a rat. 

Roxie. (spoken.) please, ladies and gentlemen of the 
Press-leave the two of us alone so we can rest. 
Velma (spoken.) the two of us?? (sung.) 
Can you imagin? 
I mean, can you imagine? 

Reporter. (spoken.) could I have one last picture please? 
Roxie. oh sure anything for the press. 

Velma (sung.) 
Do you belive it? 
I mean do you belive it? 

Roxie. 
My dear little baby 
Velma (sung, mocking roxie) 
My dear little baby 

Roxie. 
My sweet little baby 

Velma. 
My sweet little . . . baby....