Lyrics: Don Black
Music: Frank Wildhorn
Clyde:
Well, who would have thought that a waitress from Rowena
Would have had the balls to bust me out with my old 45
And who would have thought that a farm boy from Telico
Could outsmart the smartest lawmen and walk outta here alive
My name is gonna make the hist'ry books
Too bad I won't be here
I may have started out with small time crooks
In a year or two I'll be as known as Chicago's Al Capone
Bonnie:
Bye baby
Clyde:
See you soon, sugar
Thanks to you Bonnie babe, I can make plans again
I got lots of reasons to keep livin'
It's true that love can set you free
And this world will remember me
Bonnie:
You said you'd go straight
Clyde I wanna be in movies
I canβt name one movie star who's doin' robberies on the side
I know in my heart, babe that Hollywood is callin'
How can I be in the spotlight if we always have to hide
Clyde:
We'll need some dough to get to Hollywood
One or two jobs should do
Bonnie:
But after that we will be done for good
Clyde:
Babe, when Hollywood gets hold of you
They'll be saying "Clara who"
No need to rush, everybody gets our autographs
"Hell of a Ride" will be the words on our epitaphs
Both:
Two living legends that's what we will be
And that's okay with me
Every place that we go folks will turn their heads
They'll be hollerin' from Dodge to Denver
We are the pair that they'll discuss
Yes this world will remember us
We are makinβ dang sure that we leave our mark
You don't leave your mark by diggin' ditches
No wonder we're who they'll discuss
Yes this world will remember us
Clyde:
This dang world will remember us
Bonnie:
This cold world will remember us
Both:
No way they won't remember us