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?



Credits
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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