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 whoopy 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
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I heat the father dip
He's 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 want a brand new start
To do that jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and lose
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
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 the 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
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopy 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
No, I'm no one's wife but
Oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb
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