All That Jazz (From "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
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)
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)
Credits
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb
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