Cell Block Tango
And now, the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the Cell Block Tango
Pop!
Six!
Squish!
Uh-uh!
Cicero!
Lipschitz!
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
You know how people have these little habits that getcha down?
Like Bernie.
Bernie liked to chew gum—no, not chew—pop!
Well, I come home this one day and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, chewin'—no, not chewin'—poppin'!
So I said to him—I said, "Bernie, you pop that gun one more time."
And he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... into his head.
He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago.
And he told me he was single and we, uh, hit it off right away.
So we started living together.
He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix him a drink, we'd have dinner.
Then I found out—single, my ass!
Not only was he married, well, he had six wives!
One of those Mormons, you know?
So that night when he came home, I mixed him his drink as usual.
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
He had it comin' (Pop, Six)
He had it comin' (He had a hot Cicero Lipschitz)
He took a flower in its prime (Pop, Six, Squish, a hot Cicero Lipschitz)
And then he used it (Pop)
And he abused it (Six)
It was a murder, (Squish) but not a crime (A hot Cicero Lipschitz)
Now, I'm standin' in the kitchen carvin' up the chicken for dinner and in storms my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage.
"You've been screwin' the milkman," he said; and he kept sayin', "You've been screwin' the milkman!"
Then he ran into my knife—he ran into my knife ten times!
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same
Mit keresek, йn itt?
Azt mondjбk, hogy a hнres lakem lefogta a fйrjemet йn meg lecsaptam a fejйt.
De nem igaz, йn бrtatlan vagyok.
Nem tudom miйrt mondja Uncle Sam, hogy йn tettem.
Probбltam a rendorsйgen megmagyarбzni de nem йrtettйk meg.
But did you do it?
Uh-uh, not guilty.
My sister, Veronica, and I did this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us.
For the last number in our act, we did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row.
One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread-eagles, flip-flops, backflips—one right after the other.
Well, this one night we were in Cicero, the three of us, and we were in this hotel room boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went to get some.
I come back, open the door—there's Veronica and Charlie doin' number seventeen, the spread-eagle.
Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out; I can't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later when I was washin' the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' all along (They took a flower in its prime)
I didn't do it (And then they used it)
But if I done it (And they abused it)
How could you tell me that I was wrong? (It was a murder, but not a crime)
I loved Alvin Lipschitz.
He was a real artistic guy, sensitive—a painter.
But he was always trying to find himself.
He'd go out every night looking for himself.
And on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary, and Irving.
I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences—he saw himself as alive... and I saw him dead.
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' all along (They had it comin' all along)
'Cause if they used us ('Cause if they used us)
And they abused us (And they abused us)
How could you tell us that we were wrong?
He had it comin' (He had it comin')
He had it comin' (Oh, he had it comin')
He only had himself to blame (He only had himself to blame)
If you'd have been there (If you'd have been there)
If you'd have seen it (If you'd have seen it)
I betcha you would have done the same
You pop that gum one more time!
Single, my ass!
Ten times!
Miйrt csukott Uncle Sam bortonbe!
Number seventeen, the spread-eagle!
Artistic differences!
I betcha you would have done the same
Pop!
Six!
Squish!
Uh-uh!
Cicero!
Lipschitz!
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same
Pop! Six! Squish! Uh-uh! Cicero! Lipschitz!
You know how people have these little habits that getcha down?
Like Bernie.
Bernie liked to chew gum—no, not chew—pop!
Well, I come home this one day and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, chewin'—no, not chewin'—poppin'!
So I said to him—I said, "Bernie, you pop that gun one more time."
And he did.
So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots... into his head.
He had it comin'
He had it comin'
He only had himself to blame
I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago.
And he told me he was single and we, uh, hit it off right away.
So we started living together.
He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd mix him a drink, we'd have dinner.
Then I found out—single, my ass!
Not only was he married, well, he had six wives!
One of those Mormons, you know?
So that night when he came home, I mixed him his drink as usual.
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.
He had it comin' (Pop, Six)
He had it comin' (He had a hot Cicero Lipschitz)
He took a flower in its prime (Pop, Six, Squish, a hot Cicero Lipschitz)
And then he used it (Pop)
And he abused it (Six)
It was a murder, (Squish) but not a crime (A hot Cicero Lipschitz)
Now, I'm standin' in the kitchen carvin' up the chicken for dinner and in storms my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage.
"You've been screwin' the milkman," he said; and he kept sayin', "You've been screwin' the milkman!"
Then he ran into my knife—he ran into my knife ten times!
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
I betcha you would have done the same
Mit keresek, йn itt?
Azt mondjбk, hogy a hнres lakem lefogta a fйrjemet йn meg lecsaptam a fejйt.
De nem igaz, йn бrtatlan vagyok.
Nem tudom miйrt mondja Uncle Sam, hogy йn tettem.
Probбltam a rendorsйgen megmagyarбzni de nem йrtettйk meg.
But did you do it?
Uh-uh, not guilty.
My sister, Veronica, and I did this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us.
For the last number in our act, we did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row.
One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread-eagles, flip-flops, backflips—one right after the other.
Well, this one night we were in Cicero, the three of us, and we were in this hotel room boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice, so I went to get some.
I come back, open the door—there's Veronica and Charlie doin' number seventeen, the spread-eagle.
Well, I was in such a state of shock I completely blacked out; I can't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later when I was washin' the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' all along (They took a flower in its prime)
I didn't do it (And then they used it)
But if I done it (And they abused it)
How could you tell me that I was wrong? (It was a murder, but not a crime)
I loved Alvin Lipschitz.
He was a real artistic guy, sensitive—a painter.
But he was always trying to find himself.
He'd go out every night looking for himself.
And on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary, and Irving.
I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences—he saw himself as alive... and I saw him dead.
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' (They had it comin')
They had it comin' all along (They had it comin' all along)
'Cause if they used us ('Cause if they used us)
And they abused us (And they abused us)
How could you tell us that we were wrong?
He had it comin' (He had it comin')
He had it comin' (Oh, he had it comin')
He only had himself to blame (He only had himself to blame)
If you'd have been there (If you'd have been there)
If you'd have seen it (If you'd have seen it)
I betcha you would have done the same
You pop that gum one more time!
Single, my ass!
Ten times!
Miйrt csukott Uncle Sam bortonbe!
Number seventeen, the spread-eagle!
Artistic differences!
I betcha you would have done the same
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Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander
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