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 your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues

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

Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, I'm gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show me where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer

For 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 do that jazz

No, I'm no one's wife, but

Oh, I love my life

And all

That

Jazz!