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[ROXIE]Sometime's I'm rightSometime's I'm wrongBut he doesn't careHe'll String alongHe loves me soThat funny honey of mineSometime's I'm downSometime's I'm upBut he follows 'roundLike some droopy-eyed pupHe love me soThat sunny honey of mineHe ain't no sheikThat's no great physiqueLord knows, he ain't got the smartsOh, but look at that soulI tell you, the wholeIs a whole lot greater thanThe sum of his partsAnd if you knew him like meI know you'd agreeSongtexteWhat if the worldSlandered my name?Why, he'd be right thereTaking the blameHe loves me soAnd it all suits me fineThat funny, sunny, honeyHubby of mine[AMOS (Spoken)]A man's got a right to protect his homeand his loved ones, right?[FOGARTY (Spoken)]Of course, he has.[AMOS (Spoken)]Well, I came in from the garage, Officer, and Isee him coming through the window. With mywife Roxanne there, sleepin'...like an angel...[ROXIE]He loves me soThat funny honey of mine[AMOS (Spoken)]...an angel![AMOS (Spoken)]I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violatedher or somethin'...you know what I mean...viloated?[FOGARTY (Spoken)]I know what you mean...[AMOS (Spoken)]...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![ROXIE]He loves me soThat funny honey of mine[FOGARTY (Spoken)]Name of deceased... Fred Casely.[AMOS (Spoken)]Fred Casely. How could he be a burglar?My wife knows him! He sold us our furniture![ROXIE]Lord knows he ain't got the smarts[AMOS (Spoken)]She lied to me. She told me he was a burglar![FOGARTY (Spoken)]You mean he was dead when you got home?[AMOS (Spoken)]She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin'me that cock and bull story abou this burglar, andI ought to say that I did it 'cause I was sure to get off.Burglar, huh![ROXIE]Now, he shot off his trapI can't stand that sapLook at him goRattin' on meWith just one more brainWhat a half-wit he'd beIf they string me upI'll know whoBrought the twine[AMOS (Spoken)]And I believed her!That cheap little tramp. So, sheWas two-timing me, huh?Well, then, she can justSwing for all I care.Boy, I'm down at the garage,Working my butt off fourteenHours a day and she's up mucnhin'on god-damn bon bons and jazzing.This time she pushed me too far.That little chiseler.Boy, what I sap I was!That scummy, crummyDummy hubby of mine! Aus Songtexte Mania