I Know A Girl
The Original Broadway Production

Chicago the Musical - I Know A Girl Lyrics


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.
(Roxie enters, followed by a very happy Doctor.)
Well, Doctor, is she or isn't she?

VELMA
She is.

DOCTOR
She is!

VELMA
I know a girl
A girl with so much luck
She could get run over by a two-ton truck
Then brush herself off and walk away
How she does it, I couldn't say

BILLY
So, Doc, would you swear to that statement in court?

DOCTOR
Oh, yeah.

BILLY
Good...you wanna 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
That whole world buys
And nobody smells a rat.

ROXIE
Oh, please Ladies and Gentlemen of the press - leave the two
of us alone so that we can rest.

VELMA
The two of us?
Can you imagine?
I mean, can you imagine?

REPORTER
Can 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..."

ROXIE
Look at my baby and me!

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