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Funny Honey

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Funny Honey Lyrics

    For her first number, Miss 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
    Lord knows he ain't got the smarts

    Oh, 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
    Slander 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!

    A man's got the right to protect his home and his loved ones, right?

    Of course, he has!

    Well, I come in from the garage, Officer, and I see him coming
    through the window. With my wife Roxanne there, sleepin'...
    Like an angel...

    Roxie & Amos:
    He loves me so angel!
    That funny honey of mine!

    I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her or somethin'
    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, I'm tellin' ya that! I say I'm
    tellin' ya that!

    He loves me so
    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!

    Lord knows he ain't got the smarts

    She lied to me. She 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 givin' me that cock
    and a bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say I did
    it 'cause I was sure to get off. Burglar, huh!

    Roxie & Amos:
    Now, he shot off his trap And I believed her!
    That cheap little tramp. So, she
    I can't stand that sap was two-timing me, huh?
    Well, then, she can just
    swing for all I care.
    Look at him go Boy, I'm down at the garage,
    Rattin' on me working my butt off fourteen
    With just one more brain hours a day and she's up there
    What half-wit he'd be munchin' on God-damn bon-bons
    and jazzing. This time she
    If they string me up pushed me too far.
    I'll know who That little chiseler.
    Brought the twine Boy, what a sap I was!

    That scummy, crummy
    Dummy hubby of mine

    And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their
    rendition of the "Cell Block Tango."