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 of 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, honey, we're gonna bunny-hug
I bought some aspirin down at united drug
In case we shake apart and want a brand-new start
To do that jazz
Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy-shake
And all that jazz
Oh, I'm gonna shimmy 'til my garters break
And all that jazz
Show me where to park my girdle
Oh, my mother's blooded curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz
Find the flask, we're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz, and all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz, and all that jazz
Come on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear
To all (all) that (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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