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

Whoa, 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 ya shake apart and want a brand-new start
To do that jazz

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break
Oh, and all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer for all that jazz

Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose (oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
Oh, right up here is where I store the juice (oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
Oh, 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?

So that's final, huh, Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo
Oh, Fred? (Yeah)
Nobody walks out on me

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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