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
Oh, 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
Oh, you're gonna see your
Sheba shimmy shake
Oh, 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'd curdle
(If she'd hear her baby's queer)
For all that jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Oh, 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?
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
All that jazz