Cell Block Tango Songtext

von Chita Rivera

And now the six married 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 coming, he had it coming
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 get you down? Like Bernie!
Bernie like to chew gum. No, not chew, Pop!

Well, I come home this one day
And I'm really irritated
And looking for a little sympathy,
And there's Bernie
Layin' on the couch, drinking a beer and, chewin',
No, not chewin', poppin'!
So, I said to him, I said
"You pop that gum 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 coming, he had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there, if you'd have heard it
I betcha you would have done the same

I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake City about two years ago
And he told me he was single, we hit it off right away
So, we started living together

He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.
Then I found out, single he told me
Single, my ass!
Not only was he married, oh no, he had six wives
One of those Mormons, you know

So that night, when he came home from work
I fixed him his drink, as usual
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic

He had it coming, he had it coming
He took a flower in its prime
And then he used it and he abused it
It was a murder but not a crime

Now, I'm standing in the kitchen
Carvin' up the chicken for dinner
Minding my own business
In storms my husband Wilbrin in a jealous rage
"You been screwin' the milkman"

He says
He was crazy and he kept on screaming
"You 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 én itt? Azt mondják, a híres lakóm lefogta a férjem, én meg lecsaptam a fejét. De nem igaz. Én ártatlan vagyok. Nem tudom, miért mondja Uncle Sam, hogy én tettem. Próbáltam a rend?rségen megmagyarázni, de nem értették meg.

But yeah, did you do it?
Uh uh, not guilty

My sister, Veronica and I had this double act
And my husband, Charlie traveled around with us
With the last number in our act
We did 20 acrobatic tricks in a row

One two three four five, splits, spread eagles
Back flips, flip flops one right after the other
Well, this one night before the show
We were down at the hotel in Cicero

The three of us, Boozin' and havin' a few laughs and we ran out of ice
So I went out to get some

I come back, open the door
There's Veronica and Charlie
Doing 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 washing the blood off my hands
I even knew they were dead

They had it coming, they had it coming
They had it coming all along
I didn't do it, but if I done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?

They had it coming, they had it coming
They had it coming all along
I didn't do it, but if I done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?

I loved Alvin Lipschitz more than I could ever know, he was a real artistic guy, sensitive, a painter
But he was always trying to find himself
He 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' all along
'Cause if they used us and they abused us
How could they tell us that we were wrong?

He had it coming, he had it coming
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

You pop that gum one more time
Single my ass
Ten times

Miért csukott Uncle Sam börtönbe
Number seventeen, the spread eagle
Artistic differences
I betcha you would have done the same

Pop! Six! Squish! Uh uh, Cicero, Lipschitz!