[upbeat orchestral music playing]
["Welcome to Schmicago" playing]
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Josh is rotting in jail ♪
♪ For the death of Elsie Vale ♪
♪ Oh, Josh, why did you do it? ♪
I-- I didn't. Aren't you omniscient?
Am I? Who knows?
You. [stammers]
Anyway, Melissa's getting me a lawyer. I'll be fine.
[chuckles] ♪ No, you're destined to rue it ♪
♪ When they send you to the chair ♪
♪ Schmiga-dee-death penalty ♪
[chuckles] Come on. [chuckling]
How often do they use the chair here?
- [electricity pulsating] - [prisoner screaming]
Okay... [sighs] ...maybe once in a while.
- [electricity pulsating] - [prisoner screaming]
But even in the darkest depths of despair,
suddenly there appears, in such surprising guise, an unexpected friend.
- [grunts] - [Josh] Friend? What do you mean?
- [jail door closes] - [Rivera] Keep walking.
- [Rivera] In here, punk. - For what?
[Rivera] Disorderly conduct, unlawful assembly,
and peddling parables with no clear takeaways.
I was just spreading joy, man.
Looks like you could use a little.
- Save it for your salad, you freak. - Oh.
You kids with your ideals and your protest,
and your determination to live your dreams.
Peace and love, peace and love.
How about "shut" and "up"?
I love you, Sergeant Rivera.
Anger is just sadness that can't get out.
See you in hell.
- Hey, man. - Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
I'm Topher. Peace.
Hi... [sighs] ...I'm Josh.
- What are you in for, Josh? - Murder. But I didn't do it. I'm innocent.
Don't worry. I believe you.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Hey! Me too! I'm innocent too.
- I believe you. - And I didn't rob that bank.
[Topher] I believe you.
- Yeah, and I never touched that girl. - I believe you too, Conrad.
- Of course you-- Yep. - [Topher] I believe all of you.
I think you all should be free.
- [prisoners cheering, clamoring] - Great.
- [sighs] - I know the situation looks bleak, Josh.
But don't despair.
You probably got it better than you think.
I mean, look at me.
I'm 30 years old and still haven't figured out my purpose in life.
- [piano music playing] - [gasps] Oh, this about you now?
I always felt that I was special, you know.
That I was destined to do something great.
I just don't know what that something is yet.
♪ This life is like a puzzle You gotta find that missing piece ♪
♪ And the man who does Will find his happiness increase ♪
♪ Poets sing of starlight Kittens play with string ♪
♪ Why does it seem I'll never find my thing? ♪
- ♪ Squirrels find nuts in the forest ♪ - Oh. Okay.
♪ Robins fly high in the air ♪
♪ What am I supposed to be? ♪
♪ Who is this guy called me? ♪
♪ When will I see ♪
♪ My doorway to where? ♪
Your doorway to where?
♪ Starfish have the ocean And all our socks go in a drawer ♪
♪ All I've got's this notion That I'm meant for something more ♪
♪ Corks belong in bottles Spiders eat their young ♪
♪ My life's a song That's waiting to be sung ♪
- ♪ Camels make love in the desert ♪ - Don't do that.
♪ A table works best with a chair ♪
♪ What am I supposed to be? Who is this guy called me? ♪
♪ When will I see ♪
♪ My doorway to where? ♪
♪ My doorway to where ♪
- [sighs] - Uh.
[breathes heavily]
Um. Hey, man, it's gonna be okay.
You're young.
You've got... [stammers] ...hair, like, so much hair.
You just have to be patient.
Also, you a rich white boy. [chuckles] Ya fine.
Thanks, man. You know what?
I am gonna make it my personal mission to get you on the happiness bus.
- The happiness bus? - Mm-hmm.
- Hap-- Is that-- Is that a clue? - Mmm.
Uh, N-Narrator?
- It's the grooviest. - [stammers]
All you need to get on board... is love.
- [electricity pulsating] - [prisoner screaming]
No, what I need is a lawyer.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Mr. Flanagan.
Please. Mr. Flanagan is my father.
After he lost his medical license.
Call me Bobby.
Right, yeah. Duh. I'm sorry about that.
But also, yes, okay, lady lawyer.
- Being a lady lawyer is no big deal. - Oh, no, yes.
I-I-- [sighs] I agree. I'm a doctor.
It's not like we expect to be judges. We're not crazy! [chuckles]
Except right before our monthlies.
Oh. There it is.
Yeah, I was just hoping you could help my husband, Josh.
Who's in jail for killing Elsie Vale, the showgirl.
Nothing happens in Schmicago without me knowing.
And then nothing happens till I get my retainer,
and I'm the most expensive lawyer in town.
You think you could scrape together a sawbuck?
I don't know what that is, but I-- I went to the ATM before we left.
So here's a 20.
Well, well, Mrs. Moneybags.
You just bought yourself some eye contact.
Great. So...
[upbeat jazz music playing]
You probably wanna know more about me.
Well, what is there to tell? It's the classic story.
I got my BA from BU, my LLD from NYU, and my L-E-Gs from G-O-D.
Law school was a world full of ''No!'' No, no, no, no, no, no!
But after a while, I caught on.
You see, the world kept telling me, "no."
But turns out "no" doesn't always mean "no."
Ooh, uncomfortable with that.
[stammers] But you've had success with cases like Josh's?
Bobby doesn't dwell on the past.
Bobby stays in the present tense. Third person.
[music ends]
So, here's what we're gonna do.
First, we court the press.
Then I press the court.
Believe me. Once I've worked my magic, no jury will ever convict your hubby,
even if he kills again.
[stammers] And just to be clear, Josh didn't do it.
Uh-huh. Well, if you're so sure about that,
why don't you help him by finding the real killer?
Me? How?
I'd recommend the standard play.
Get a job dancing at the club where Elsie was killed.
Snoop around. See what you can find out.
That's the standard play?
The auditions for the open slot are today at noon.
What are you, an eleven-and-a-half character shoe?
Oh, I'm so-- Confession.
I'm not much of a dancer.
In theater camp, I was more of a double threat.
Here.
I'm off to meet my new client and bamboozle the press.
Break a leg at that audition, Twinkle Toes.
Your hubby's life may depend on it.
[dancers chattering]
You've all got big dreams, hungry for fame.
I can feel the heat of it coming off of you like baked hams.
But fame will cost you sweat, dignity, even cash.
Oh, no, I don't take checks, so don't ask me.
- [piano playing] - [Frau] We are looking for a dancer
as good as Elsie was before she died.
So don't hold back.
Let's do the whole combination, facing away from the wall.
Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht!
Again! Fünf, sechs, sieben, acht!
♪ I need to eat I need to eat ♪
♪ Last night my dinner was a candle Last night my dinner was a candle ♪
♪ The landlord's calling I'm out of fishnets ♪
♪ There's not much more that I can handle There's not much more that I can ♪
♪ How am I gonna feed my kids? Why did I have so many kids? ♪
♪ I think I'm gonna have to sell my kids ♪
Sorry, I'm late.
[pants] Hi, everybody.
Eins, zwei, drei, vier, fünf, sechs!
Oh, wow. You guys are all so thin and elegant and angular.
I feel like a wildebeest next to you.
♪ Who is this girl? She's really bad ♪
- Hey! - ♪ She oughta be way in the back ♪
- ♪ She oughta be way in the ♪ - Okay, I can hear you.
♪ This girl has got no sense of space And does a weird thing with her face ♪
♪ She pops her head And she's got bad feet ♪
[Frau] All right, so you can dance.
Some of you. But that is not enough.
I want to know why you are here.
I guess it all started when my parents' marriage fell apart.
The marriage counselor's office was next to a dance studio.
I used to sneak in there and stomp around to drown out the sound
of Mother and Daddy fighting over whose life was more disappointing.
The next thing I knew, I was pointing my feet.
And falling in love with guys that... [sighs] ...didn't want me that way.
[stick bangs]
Dad was in the military.
You know, the type with a whistle.
He used to force my brothers, sisters,
and me to perform for guests at dinner parties.
God, I hated when he did that.
So, this one night, I begged him for a taste of champagne.
He said, "no," but I didn't let that stop me. Oh, no.
He had a girlfriend, real fancy.
She had some kind of royal title. I kid you not.
Later that night, she gave me the whole damn bottle.
That's when I started class.
[stick bangs]
Why am I here?
I grew up in Buffalo and went through puberty.
That's it.
Puberty. Buffalo.
[stick bangs]
Oh, wow.
Uh, you guys have been through so much.
[stammers] I feel bad, even competing
or assuming your lives are better because you're so thin and beautiful.
But, uh, maybe--
♪ I am a doctor And a doctor doctors ♪
♪ I'm proud to be called an MD ♪
♪ But every time I deliver a baby ♪
♪ I wonder when that'll be me ♪
♪ Even when I perform to perfection Shoulder dystocia ♪
♪ Emergency C-section ♪
♪ The days can be pretty rough ♪
♪ And I feel like I'll never ever be enough ♪
[inhales sharply] ♪ So this size 12 ♪
♪ Would love the chance to shine ♪
♪ And also clear my husband of murder ♪
Enough talk! Now dance for your life!
[upbeat jazz music continues playing]
[dancer 1 yelps]
[dancer 2 grunts]
[dancer 3 grunts]
♪ I need to eat tonight ♪
♪ Not work the street tonight ♪
♪ I need to eat tonight ♪
- Oh, wait. We're doing that. [mumbles] - [jazz note repeats]
[upbeat jazz music stops]
I have made my decision.
Your stories are most compelling, but I must hire the best dancer.
[Octavius clears throat]
One second.
That was pretty intense, huh? [wheezes]
You're kidding. Really? Are you sure?
- Did you see her? - You heard Uncle Octavius.
[clears throat] Mr. Kratt. Do it.
[sighs]
[sighs] You. You've got the job.
Whoa. Wow.
Um, I-- Okay. Uh, well, I just wanna say it is really been a true privilege
- to dance with all of-- Yeah. - [sighs] Shut it.
One of those things.
Only one spot, you know. [mutters]
[prisoners chattering]
[Topher] To be honest, hair like this, it's a burden.
Gets caught in trees.
You have to worry about fleas.
- Gets messed up by the breeze. - [groans, sighs]
[upbeat orchestra music plays]
♪ Here comes Bobby ♪
Who?
♪ Here comes Bobby now ♪
- Hello, boys. - [prisoners whistling, cheering]
♪ Here comes Bobby Bobby, baby ♪
♪ Wowzah wowzah wow ♪
[Bobby] Is everybody here?
- Is everybody happy? - [prisoner] Oh, yeah!
♪ Help us, Bobby ♪
♪ Help us, Bobby, please ♪
♪ Help us, Bobby ♪
♪ Get us off on technicalities ♪
Not now, fellas.
Much as I'd like to give you the time, I simply cannot handle your appeal.
Whoa.
♪ Bobby ♪
♪ Wowzah wowzah wow! ♪
[prisoners whistling, cheering]
Bobby Flanagan, Attorney at Law.
Your mistress hired me. Tall brunette. Kind of "complain-y."
[gasps] That's my wife.
So... [sighs] ...do-do you think you can get me out of here?
I don't know. But I'm gonna get paid trying.
First things first, don't tell me why you did it. I don't need to know.
- Oh, I didn't do it. - Don't need to know that either.
Just do what I tell you.
Winning a case is all about flimflam, flapdoodle, and pizzazz.
- Flapdoodle? - Mmm.
The law is 10% precedent and 90% wow.
- Lucky for you, I'm very good at wow. - Huh.
Your press conference starts in an hour. I'll see you then.
In an hour? Wa-Wait--
Press conference? [stammers] But--
♪ Help us, Bobby ♪
♪ Help us, Bobby, please ♪
♪ Help us, Bobby ♪
♪ Get us off on technicalities ♪
I'm working on it, boys. I'm working on it.
♪ Bobby! ♪
But--
- [electricity pulsating] - [prisoner screaming]
I mean, I was surprised when you said it was me,
but I must have something, right? [chuckles]
- Sure. - Ooh. What's behind this door?
Off-limits. Dead girl schmutz.
Rehearsal in one hour. Don't shave anything.
- Here's some rouge for your knees. - My knees?
- You think they need contour? - [chuckles]
Oh.
Oh, Melissa. Thank heavens. I have been so worried.
I heard about Josh,
and I want you to know that I don't believe a single word of it!
My chum Josh couldn't have killed Elsie! He's too, too divine!
And I'm never wrong about people.
Thank you.
And now you're gonna be working at the club!
Oh, I can't wait to take you under my wing
and teach you absolutely everything that I know!
Oh, no. Jenny, you don't have to do that.
No, I insist. I just hope you won't let stardom go to your head too fast.
Oh, no, stop. And who are you again?
[chuckles] Oh, Melissa, you are such a panic!
- I mean... - Oh, it's gonna be absolutely marvelous
having you around! [gasps] In fact, you should be my roommate.
Oh, really? Wait, you mean--
Well, poor old Elsie isn't using her bedroom anymore
now that she's dead. And I'm so easy to live with.
I dash all day, and I dash even more at night.
Yeah, it could be useful for me to be there.
I mean... [stammers] ...for you to teach me and everything.
[inhales sharply] And, you know, maybe you could tell me more about Elsie
and who may have wanted to kill her.
I'm sure we have much more interesting things to discuss
other than some gruesome unsolved murder.
[gasps] So it's decided.
You'll move in, and we will have nothing but fun.
And bad things will never happen ever again.
Does anyone have two cigarettes?
My roommate, Melissa, and I are simply desperate.
Oh, no. I'm actually fine. I don't smoke, so...
Okay. Wow. That actually looks incredible.
I don't think I can go through with this.
Of course you can. Just stick to the script, kid.
Gentlemen and gentlemen of the press,
you all know me, Bobby Flanagan, Attorney at Law.
- [journalist] Mm-hmm, sure do. - [chuckling] Oh, stop.
I'm here with my client, the accused murderer, Josh Skinner.
The question is not, "Did Josh Skinner brutally murder Elsie Vale?"
- It's not? - The real question is,
"What drove him to it?"
My client will now read from a prepared statement.
Oh. Yep. Mmm.
"Elsie Vale did not deserve to die.
But now she is dead, and I am in jail. Why?
This tragedy and my part in it can only be blamed on one thing.
- Jazz." - [crowd gasps]
I knew it.
Jazz is to blame again.
- [spectator] Devil's music. - Aw, man.
"This was an ugly crime of passion
brought about by shameless music mixed with liquor"?
Jazz and booze. [sniffles] They go together every time!
I'll drink to that! [chuckles]
"I am so ashamed that I let jazz infect my soul."
[scoffs] "I'm sorry for what I did,
and I will never again listen to such evil, improvisatory,
harmonically complex..."
-"...melodies, such as"-- - Hmm. Yeah.
- Why'd you stop? Keep going. - [Josh] I can't do this.
I can't stand here and say I murdered somebody because of jazz.
I mean, I-I pretend to like jazz like everybody else.
But come on, jazz did not kill Elsie Vale.
- [crowd gasps] - Right on.
My client is delirious.
Stand back, everyone. His case of jazz is worse than we thought.
- So you're not sorry for what you did? - No, of course not. I didn't do anything.
Killer says he's not sorry!
- How is there already a paper? - Would you do it again?
Would I not kill her again? Yes.
- Killer says he'll do it again! - How is he--
Gentlemen, please, let me confer with my client.
- It's okay, Bobby. We got enough. - To send him to the chair.
[chuckling]
Wait, wait. Uh, co-come to think of it, uh, may-- maybe-- maybe it was jazz.
- Come on. Let's go. - [scatting]
- The last rites? - I'll call ya.
[jail door opens]
[Melissa] Josh? Josh!
- Mel! Over here! - Josh!
- Hey! I have great news. [chuckling] - Oh, God. Thank God. Yes.
- I got the job. - [stammers] What job?
I'm the new dancer at the club.
Yeah, somehow, I guess I nailed the audition.
- [prisoner] Hey, that's great. - [scoffs]
- Oh. Wow. Okay. Well, thank you. - Wow.
This is nice.
I am really happy that you nailed the audition, uh, sweetie.
But I'm also just a little concerned that I'm going to be executed
- for a murder I didn't commit. - Yes. Right. F-- Elsie.
- And you being framed. I know. - Yeah.
I'm so sorry. I think I just--
I got caught up in the-- the glitz and the glamour of it all.
- But, hey, listen, I only did all this... - That's okay.
...so I could find evidence to get you out of here.
It's the standard play.
Thank you, sweetie.
- I really appreciate that. - I got-- Yeah.
- [sighs] - Wow. That was really beautiful.
- This is Topher. - Wow.
Um... [stammers] ...nice to meet you, Topher.
- You look groovy. - [Topher] Thanks.
- Man, I wish I had what you guys have. - [sighs]
- [piano music playing] - [scoffs]
[Topher] I keep searching.
- This is not about you, Topher. - [piano music ends]
Right. Sorry. [chuckles]
Uh, well, so how was the press conference?
Not great. I went off script, and now everyone wants me dead.
- Oh, Josh. - Do you--
Do you think I could actually die in here?
Definitely. That's what makes this all so entertaining.
- [chuckles] - [Josh] Entertaining? I--
You know what? Just ignore him, and maybe he'll go away.
You don't know me.
- [Melissa scoffs] - [Josh] You missed.
- [Narrator] On purpose. - Hey. Hey, listen to me.
We can get you out of here because I'm on the case.
I didn't just get Elsie's old job. I moved into her apartment.
So I can dig up clues
and find out who the real killer is and prove that you are innocent.
- You really think so? - I know so.
We're getting you out of here,
and we're gonna get that happy ending, whatever that means.
- [sighs] I love you. [chuckles] - I love you, too.
[Topher] Man.
- [gasps] - [sighs]
Look at you two.
[piano music playing]
Maybe someday I'll find what I'm searching for.
- This is not about you, Topher. - [piano music ends]
Well, here it is. Our oh-so-decadent den of iniquity.
Isn't it just divine?
I mean, this would be 1.8 in Park Slope.
Well, you packed light.
You know what? Feel free to take any of Elsie's old frocks.
She's definitely not using them.
Oh, I don't think anything would fit me. Sizes seem to run a little small here.
'Course it would. Everything here has tons of stretch.
- Wow. Look at all those flowers. - [sniffs]
You must have so many admirers.
Oh, no. These are all from Mr. Kratt. [giggles]
He owns the club and practically everything else in Schmicago. [chuckles]
Yeah. Yeah, I met him.
[exclaims] Isn't he a dear?
I guess you could say that we've been comforting each other ever since Elsie.
She was his favorite, you know. But now it seems I am.
- [chuckles] Oh. [laughs] - [chuckling]
I mean, but are you sure that's a good idea?
Just might be a little fast, and, you know, he's your boss, so...
We have to seize happiness every chance we get, Melissa.
The world could end tomorrow.
Besides, Mr. Kratt has promised to make me a big star,
which is all I've ever wanted to be. [inhales sharply]
- [knocks on door] - It's open!
[door opens]
[sighs] Ladies.
Mr. Kratt expects you for dinner in 20 minutes. He wants you to wear this.
[squeals, giggles]
- Oh, my God. - And more flowers?
He's turning me into a bona fide botanist. [laughs]
I won't be a moment. I'll do a quick change.
- [sighs] - [inhales deeply]
Sure. Yes.
Why don't I just take those?
I hope you realize how fortunate you are to be performing at the club tonight.
Not everyone that wants to gets the chance.
Hmm. Yeah, I bet.
I mean, of course. [sighs] God, everyone's gonna miss Elsie so much.
Yes. I've seen you dance.
No, no. I just-- It's-- It's sad what happened to her. [sighs]
Did you know her well?
- Why do you ask? - [chuckles] I'm just curious.
If you want to be happy here in Schmicago, take my advice.
Don't stick your pretty little nose where it doesn't belong.
You don't want to end up like your husband.
Ready.
I'm sure we'll be seeing more of you.
Yeah. Have fun.
Melissa, about Mr. Kratt.
I know that I may seem like a silly girl who does stupid, silly things.
Oh, n-- Jenny. No, no, no. That's not my--
And I know that Mr. Kratt and I are an odd item,
but I'm just doing what I need to do to survive. Like all of us.
Toodles!
Okay, clues. Clues.
Looking for clues. Hmm.
Okay. I wonder if this is a clue.
Oh, maybe I should try it on.
♪ Do-do-de-doot Do-do-de-doot ♪
♪ Doo-doo-doot de-doot doot! ♪
♪ When we met you promised me the stars ♪
♪ But now your love Feels more like prison bars ♪
♪ Somehow I'm doing time ♪
♪ Convicted of no crime ♪
♪ So before you get To handing out cigars ♪
♪ I'm bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-baby, I'll do without All of those chains that bound me ♪
♪ All those years that you controlled me ♪
♪ Now there's no way you can hold me ♪
♪ Sorry, dear, there's no preventing Me from leaving your San Quentin ♪
- [car approaches] - [clangs]
What's that?
- They're here. - [car tires squeal]
- Whoa! - Come on, Topher! Let's roll!
- Ah, man, I knew you guys would show up. - What?
[car horn beeps]
So, Josh, are you ready to get on the happiness bus?
It's literal? I thought that was a metaphor.
No, it's real, man. And there's a seat waiting just for you.
I don't know. I don't know if I should.
Although, it's the happiness bus. And the Leprechaun said--
- [siren wailing] - We gotta go, man. The fuzz are coming!
♪ Bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-baby, now there's no doubt ♪
♪ I'm not gonna let you hound me ♪
♪ Once a life alone was scary ♪
♪ But I can't wait for solitary ♪
♪ Need a love with more pizzazz ♪
♪ I'm tired of this Alcatraz ♪
Come on, Josh.
Do you really want to put your faith in a corrupt legal system?
Um. I--
Think about your life, Josh. The happiness bus is calling your name.
- Josh, Josh, Josh. - Josh, Josh.
[prisoners] Josh, Josh, Josh! Josh, Josh, Josh!
♪ Do-do-de-doot Do-do-de-doot ♪
- ♪ Doo-doo ♪ - ♪ Doo-doo ♪
♪ Doo ♪
♪ Bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-baby, it's time to shout ♪
♪ I'm done with these walls around me ♪
♪ Made me think you were my savior ♪
♪ But now I'm out on bad behavior ♪
♪ I'll go any place on Earth ♪
♪ Just to escape your Leavenworth ♪
- ♪ I'm bustin' out ♪ - Josh, Josh, Josh, Josh...
- ♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪ - All right. Let's do this!
- ♪ Buh-baby, it's time to flout ♪ - [cheering] Come on!
♪ The finger 'round which you wound me ♪
♪ I'm so sick of all your gripes ♪
♪ You know I don't look good in stripes ♪
♪ I'm bustin', bustin' out! ♪
♪ There's no glamour in the slammer so I'm bustin' out! ♪
[audience applauding, cheering]
Oh. [chuckles]
[applause continues]
Wow. [chuckles]
You were wonderful, darling. They adored you.
- I could feel it. Like, that was amazing. - Mmm.
You really think they loved it?
Oh, loved it? They gagged. They gasped. They glowed.
[performers giggling]
You. Gimble. Come with me.
- Oh, okay. - Ooh.
I wasn't sure. But you can't argue with an ovation like that.
From now on, you change in here.
The body is gone and most of the blood.
Welcome to show business.
Ah.
Did the police take any other evidence?
What for? They already caught the killer.
Make yourself at home.
[chocolates rattling]
[Melissa] Mmm.
You coming back to the party, roomie?
[chuckles] You know it. [chuckles]
Hey, does the address "17 Quick Street" mean anything to you?
No, why?
Oh, no reason.
I would stay away from Quick Street if I were you, darling.
It's not a safe place for young fawns like us to slum in.
Not us young fawns.
- Come. - [chuckles]
[siren wailing]
Speak of the devil.
Sounds like another wild night in Schmicago.
Well, at least I know Josh is safe. [chuckles]
[car horn beeps]
♪ When will I see ♪
♪ My doorway to where ♪
♪ Do-do-de-doot Do-do-de-doot ♪
- ♪ Doo-doo ♪ - ♪ Doo-doo ♪
♪ Doo ♪
♪ Bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-baby, it's time to shout ♪
♪ I'm done with these walls around me ♪
♪ Made me think you were my savior ♪
♪ But now I'm out on bad behavior ♪
♪ I'll go any place on Earth ♪
♪ Just to escape your Leavenworth ♪
♪ I'm bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out ♪
♪ Buh-baby, it's time to flout ♪
♪ The finger 'round which you wound me ♪
♪ I'm so sick of all your gripes ♪
♪ You know I don't look good in stripes ♪
♪ I'm bustin', bustin' out! ♪
♪ There's no glamour in the slammer So I'm bustin' out! ♪