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 you 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 wanna brand new start To do 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 betcha Lucky Lindy Never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere How could he lend an ear To all that jazz? To all that jazz? To all that jazz?