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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
    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
    I case you shake apart
    And want a brand new start
    To do that-
    Jazz
    Skidoo!
    And all that Jazz
    Hotcha!
    Whoopee!
    And all that Jazz
    Ha! Ha! Ha!
    It's just a noisy hall
    Where there's a nightly brawl
    And all that jazz
    Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?
    No, her husband is not at home.
    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 touch the sky
    I bet you luck Lindy
    Never flew so high
    'Cause in the stratosphere
    How could he lend an earto 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
    And All that jazz
    Come on, babe
    Why Don't we paint the town?
    And all that jazz
    Oh,I'm gonna
    Rouge my knees
    And roll my
    Stockings down
    And all that jazz
    Oh
    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
    So that's it, huh Fred?
    yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie.
    Oh, Fred...
    Oh, Fred...
    Yeah?
    Nobody walks out on me.
    Sweetheart-
    Oh, don't "sweetheart" me,
    you son-of-a-*****!
    Hotcha!
    Whoopee!
    Jazz!
    Oh, I gotta pee!
    No, I'm no one's wife
    But, Oh, I love my life
    And all that Jazz!
    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
    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
    I case you shake apart
    And want a brand new start
    To do that-
    Jazz
    Skidoo!
    And all that Jazz
    Hotcha!
    Whoopee!
    And all that Jazz
    Ha! Ha! Ha!
    It's just a noisy hall
    Where there's a nightly brawl
    And all that jazz
    Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?
    No, her husband is not at home.
    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 touch the sky
    I bet you luck Lindy
    Never flew so high
    'Cause in the stratosphere
    How could he lend an earto 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
    And All that jazz
    Come on, babe
    Why Don't we paint the town?
    And all that jazz
    Oh,I'm gonna
    Rouge my knees
    And roll my
    Stockings down
    And all that jazz
    Oh
    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
    So that's it, huh Fred?
    yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie.
    Oh, Fred...
    Oh, Fred...
    Yeah?
    Nobody walks out on me.
    Sweetheart-
    Oh, don't "sweetheart" me,
    you son-of-a-*****!
    Hotcha!
    Whoopee!
    Jazz!
    Oh, I gotta pee!
    No, I'm no one's wife
    But, Oh, I love my life
    And all that Jazz!
    That Jazz!