Roxie

Album: Chicago (1975)
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  • [Broadway Version]

    [Roxie]
    The name on everybody's lips
    Is gonna be Roxie
    The lady rakin' 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?
    Foxy Roxie Hart!

    [Roxie]
    You wanna know something? I always wanted to be in vaudeville.
    And now that I'm a celebrity, I'm gonna have me a swell act, too
    Yeah, I'll get a boy to work with - someone who can lift me up, show me off - Oh, hell, I'll get two boys
    It'll frame me better
    Think "Big," Roxie, think "Big"
    I'm gonna get me a whole bunch of boys

    The name on everybody's lips
    Is gonna be

    [Guys]
    Roxie

    [Roxie]
    The lady rakin' in the chips is gonna be

    [Guys]
    Roxie
    She's gonna be a celebrity

    [Roxie]
    That means somebody everyone knows

    [Guys]
    They're gonna recognize her eyes
    Her hair, her teeth...

    [Roxie]
    ...my boobs, my nose
    Ooh, ah ah ah
    From just some dumb mechanic's wife
    I'm gonna be
    Sing it!

    [Guys]
    Roxie

    [Roxie]
    Who says that murder's not an art?

    [Guys]
    And who in case she doesn't hang

    [Roxie]
    Can say she started with a bang?

    [Guys]
    Foxy Roxie Hart!

    [Guys]
    They're gonna wait outside in line
    To get to see Roxie

    [Roxie]
    Think of those autographs I'll sign
    "Good luck to you, Roxie"
    And I'll appear in a lavaliere
    That goes all the way down to my waist

    [Guys]
    Here a ring, there a ring
    Everywhere a ring a ling

    [Roxie]
    But always the best of taste
    Oooh, I'm a star

    [Guys]
    And the audience loves her

    [Roxie]
    And I love the audience
    And the audience loves me for loving them
    And I love the audience for loving me
    And we just love each other
    That's because none of us got enough love in our childhood

    [Guys]
    That's right.

    [Roxie]
    And that's show biz, kid

    [Guys]
    Oh, yeah.
    She's giving up her humdrum life

    [Roxie]
    I'm gonna be

    [Guys]
    Roxie
    She made a scandal and a start

    [Roxie]
    And Sophie Tucker will shit, I know
    To see her name get billed below

    ALL
    Foxy Roxie Hart

    [Guys]
    Chuh, chuh, chuh

    [Roxie]
    Oooh ah ah ah ah ah ah
    (As boys exit)
    Those are my boys

    [Announcer]:
    Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Velma Kelly in an act of desperation Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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