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 buckled 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
In case you shake apart
And wanna 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
Till my garters break
And all that jazz
Show me where to park her girdle
Oh, my mother’s blood’ll curdle
If she’d hear her baby’s queer
For all that jazz
Find a 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 betcha Lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
‘Cause in the stratosphere
How could she lend an ear
To all that jazz?
No, I’m no one’s wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz!
That jazz