Music: Frank Wildhorn/Don Black
Clyde:
Well, who would've thought that a waitress from Rowena
Would have had the balls to bust me out with my old forty-five
And who would've 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
Ted:
What do you mean she's gone? When?
Emma:
Last night
Ted:
With who? Clyde Barrow?
Emma:
No, that boy's in prison
Ted:
No, he's not
He busted out
Bonnie:
You said you'd go straight
Clyde I wanna be in movies
I can't 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"
Buck:
Blanche! Look at this! Front page!
"Clyde Barrow somehow got a gun into his cell and demanded the he to set him free
Blache:
He's a fugitive
Buck:
They ain't never gonna catch him
No one drives like Clyde
Dang! He's famous!
Clyde:
No need to rush everybody gets our autographs
"Hell of a Ride" will be the words on our epitaphs
Bonnie & Clyde:
Two livin' 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 makin' 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 dag world will remember us
Bonnie:
This cold world will remember us
Bonnie & Clyde:
No way they won't remember us