Chicago: 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 whoopty 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
And all that jazz...
And all that jazz...
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz...
I hear that Father Doop
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz...
Hold on hun
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Gun that united drug
In case you shake apart
And wanna brand new start
To do... that.JAZZ!!
Find a flask
We're playin 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 your lucky limbs
They never flew so high
Cuz in the stratosphere
I'll bet he lend an ear
To all... that... jazz...
Oh
You're gonna see her shiver shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh
She's gonna shimmy til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show
Her where to park her gertle
Oh
Her mind and blood will curtle
If she hear
Her baby squeal
For all... that... jazz
All.
That.
Jazz...
Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town...(repeat 1st)
No
I'm no one's wife, but
Oh
I love my life
And all...
That...
Jazz...
That Jazz.
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 whoopty 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
And all that jazz...
And all that jazz...
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz...
I hear that Father Doop
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz...
Hold on hun
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Gun that united drug
In case you shake apart
And wanna brand new start
To do... that.JAZZ!!
Find a flask
We're playin 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 your lucky limbs
They never flew so high
Cuz in the stratosphere
I'll bet he lend an ear
To all... that... jazz...
Oh
You're gonna see her shiver shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh
She's gonna shimmy til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show
Her where to park her gertle
Oh
Her mind and blood will curtle
If she hear
Her baby squeal
For all... that... jazz
All.
That.
Jazz...
Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town...(repeat 1st)
No
I'm no one's wife, but
Oh
I love my life
And all...
That...
Jazz...
That Jazz.
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Writer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander
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- Yankee Doodle Dandy: Over There
- Cabaret: Money (Money)
- West Side Story: I Feel Pretty
- On the Town: New York, New York (It's a Wonderful Town)
- Top Hat: Cheek To Cheek
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