All that Jazz
Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold, but the piano’s hot
It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl
And all... that... jazz
Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that Father Dipp is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on hun, we’re gonna bunny hug
I bought some asprin, down at United Drug
In case you shake apart, and want a brand new start
To do... that... jazz
Find a flask, we’re playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on babe, we’re gonna brush the sky
I betcha lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all... that... jazz?
Oh, you’re gonna see you sheba, Shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother’s blood’d curdle
(If she’d hear her baby’s queer)
For all... that... jazz!
C’mon babe, why don’t we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold, but the piano’s hot
It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl
And all... that... jazz!
No, I’m no one’s wife
But, oh I love my life
And all... that... jazz!!
That jazz!
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