Renee Zellweger, Reilly, John C., Colm Feore - Funny Honey — Soundtrack

Roxie

Sometime's I'm right Sometime's I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll String along He loves me so That funny honey of mine

Sometime's I'm down Sometime's I'm up But he follows 'round Like some droopy-eyed pup He love me so That sunny 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, the 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 Slandered 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

Amos (Spoken)

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

Fogarty (Spoken)

Of course, he has.

Amos (Spoken)

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

Roxie

He loves me so That funny honey of mine

Amos (Spoken)

...an angel!

Amos (Spoken)

I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her 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 so That 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, and I ought to say that I did it 'cause I was sure to get off. Burglar, huh!

Roxie

Now, he shot off his trap

I can't stand that sap

Look at him go Rattin' on me With just one more brain What a half-wit he'd be

If they string me up I'll know who Brought the twine

Amos (Spoken)

And I believed her! That cheap little tramp. So, she Was two-timing me, huh? Well, then, she can just Swing for all I care. Boy, I'm down at the garage, Working my butt off fourteen Hours 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, crummy Dummy hubby of mine!