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
lts just a noisy hall
Where there's
A nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Slick your hair
And wear your
Buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that
Father Dip
Is gonna blow
The blues, ha ha!
And all that jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna
Bunny hug
I bought some
Aspirin down at
United Drug
In case we
Shake apart
And want a
Brand new start
To do...
That...jazz!
I'm gonna see
My 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'll curdle
If she hear
Her baby's queer
For all...
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 bet ya
Lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in a
Stratosphere
How could he
Lend an ear?
To all...
That...jazz
No, I'm
No one's wife
But oh,
I love my life
And all...
That...jazz...
That Jazz!