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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 Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz
Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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