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 Dip is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz



Hold on, hon

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirin, down at United Drug

I case you shake apart

And want a brand new start

To do that jazz



Skidoo!

And all that jazz

Hotcha!

Whoopee!

And all that jazz

Ha! Ha! Ha!



It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl

And all 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 bet you luck Lindy, never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz?



Oh, you're gonna see your 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



And all that jazz

Come on, babe

Why don't we paint

The town?

And all that ja