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 that staemen 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....