All That Jazz (Chicago)

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 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

Skee-do!

And all that jazz

Ha-cha!

Whoopie!

And all that jazz

It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

Listen, uh

Your husband ain't home, is he?

No, her husband is not at home

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 bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear

To all 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

All that jazz

Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?

Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Start the car, I know a whoopie spot

Show her where to park her girdle

Where the gin is cold but the piano is hot

Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl

If she'd hear her baby's queer for

And all that

So that's it, huh, Fred?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxy

Oh, Fred?

Oh, Fred?

Yeah?

Nobody walks out on me!

Sweetheart!

Oh, don't sweetheart me, you son of a bitch

Whoopie

Ha-cha!

Jazz

I gotta pee

No, I'm no one's wife but

Oh, I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz