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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
Skiddoo!
And all that jazz
Hotcha!
Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Hah! Hah! Hah!
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Rught 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 to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear
Her baby's queer
For all that jazz
Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?
(Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake)
And all that jazz (And all that jazz)
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
(Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break)
And all that jazz (And all that jazz)
Start the car I know a whoopee spot (Show her where to park her girdle)
Where the gin is cold (Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle)
And the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall (If she'd hear)
Where there's a nightly brawl (Her baby's queer)
And all that jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
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