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
In case you 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, 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
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’ll bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high
Into the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear to all
that….
No, I’m no one’s wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all——-
that ——-Ja-yeah-yazz!
That Jazz!