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All That Jazz
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bebe Neuwirth
Bebe Neuwirth
Vocals
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Vocal Ensemble
Rob Fisher
Rob Fisher
Conductor
Bill Rosenfield
Bill Rosenfield
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kander
John Kander
Composer
Fred Ebb
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay David Saks
Jay David Saks
Producer
James Nichols
James Nichols
Recording Engineer
Paul J. Falcone
Paul J. Falcone
Assistant Engineer
Mark Johnson
Mark Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Chris Hilt
Chris Hilt
Assistant Engineer
Al Hirschfeld
Al Hirschfeld
Cover Art
Christine Chagnon
Christine Chagnon
Creative Director
Edward Houser
Edward Houser
Reissue Producer
Hsi-Ling Chang
Hsi-Ling Chang
Engineer
Jon M. Samuels
Jon M. Samuels
Mastering Engineer
R. Peter Munves
R. Peter Munves
Executive Producer

Lyrics

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 whoopie 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 Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaazzzzzzzz Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes And all that jazz I hear the father dip is gonna blow the blues And all that jazz Hold on, hun, We're gonna bunny-hug! I bought some aspirine, Down at United Drug! In case you shake a part, And want a brand new start To do That Jaaaaaaazzz (Skedoew!) And all that jazz (Hatcha!) (Woopie!) And all that jazz Ha Ha Ha It's just a noisy hall, Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jaaaaaaaaaazzzzzz "Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?" No, her husband is not at home! (Laughing) 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 jaaaazz? (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 All that jazz Come on, babe Why don't we paint the town? And all that jazz (And all that jazz) I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz (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 "So that's it, huh, Fred?" "Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxy." "Oh Fred..." (Oh Fred...) "Nobody walks out on me!" "Sweetheart!" "Oh don't sweetheart me, you son of a bitch!" (Whoopie) (Hatcha!) (Jazz) "I, I gotta pay!" No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And all that jazz (That jazz)
Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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