Top Songs By Gwen Verdon
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gwen Verdon
Vocals
Richard Korthaze
Vocals
Barney Martin
Vocals
Chicago Orchestra (1996)
Performer
Stanley Lebowsky
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kander
Composer
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
Ralph Burns
Orchestrator
Peter Howard
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Richards
Producer
Joseph Harris
Producer
Ira Bernstein
Producer
Phil Ramone
Producer
Richard Blakin
Engineer
Didier C. Deutsch
Producer
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
For her first number
Miss Roxie Hart sings 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 sheikh
That's no great physique
Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts
But look at that soul
I tell ya, 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
Takin' the blame
He loves me so
And it all suits me fine
That funny, sunny, honey hubby of mine
Man got a right to protect his home and his loved ones, right?
Of course he has
I come in from the garage, Officer, see
And I see him coming through the window (uh-huh)
My wife Roxie, there sleeping
Like an angel (uh-huh)
An angel
He loves me so, that funny honey of mine
Name of deceased: Fred Casely
Fred Casely?
How can he be a burglar?
My wife knows him
He sold us our furniture!
Lord knows, he ain't got the smarts
Oh, she lied to me!
She told me it was a burglar!
You mean he was dead when you got home?
Yeah, she had him covered with a sheet already
She's tellin' me that cock and bull story about some burglar
And I oughta say I did it
'Cause I was sure to get off!
Burglar, huh?!
Now he shot off his trap
I can't stand that sap
Look at him go (and I believed her!)
Rattin', rattin' on me! (That little tramp!)
With just one more brain (so she was cheating on me, huh?)
What a half-wit he'd be (well, she can swing for all I care)
If they string me up (boy, I'm down at the garage)
I'll know, I'll know (workin' my butt off fourteen hours a day)
Who bought the twine (and she's up here munchin' her goddamn bon-bons and jazzin'!)
That scummy, crummy (Well, this time you pushed me too hard)
Dummy hubby of mine! (Boy, what a sap I was!)
Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander
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