Roxie:
Me and my baby
My baby and me
We’re ’bout as happy
As babies can be
What if I find
That I’m caught in a storm?
I don’t care
My baby’s there
And baby’s bound to keep me warm
We’re sticking together
And ain’t we got fun
So much together
You’d count us as one
Tell old man, worry, to go climb a tree
‘Cause I’ve got my baby
My sweet little baby
Look at my baby and me
Mary Sunshine:
I don’t see how you could possibly delay the trial another
second, Mr. Flynn. My readers wouldn’t stand for it. The
poor child! To have her baby born in a jail!
Billy:
I can assure you she’ll come to trial at the earliest possible moment.
And you can quote me on that.
Amos:
Hey, everybody. I’m the father! I’m the father!
All:
Yuk! Yuk! Yuk! Yuk!
Roxie:
Looka my baby
My baby and me
A dream of a duo
Now, don’t you agree?
Why keep it mum
When there’s nothing to hide?
And what I feel
I must reveal
Is more than I can keep inside
Let me assure you
It won’t go away
I can assure you
It grows every day
I was a one once
But now I’m a “we”
‘Cause I got my baby
My dear little baby
Look at my baby and me
Matron:
I think it’s sweet. First time we ever had one of our girls knocked up.
Billy:
I’ve got it and it’s brilliant. I’m gonna get Amos to divorce
you. That way all the sympathy will go to you – not him.
You’ll be the poor, little deserted mother-to-be and that
crumb is running out on you.
Amos:
That’s my kid! That’s my kid!
Roxie and Boys:
Looka my baby
My baby and me
Facing the world
Optimistically
Nothing can stop us
So nobody try
‘Cause baby’s rough
And full of stuff
And incidentally, so am I!
(Baby dance break.)
Get out of our way, folks
And give us some room
Watch how we bubble
And blossom and bloom
Life was a prison
But we got the key
Me and my baby
My dear little baby
My cute little baby
My sweet little baby
My fat little baby
My soft little baby
My pink little baby
My bald little baby
Looka, my baby and me
