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Come on, babe
Why dont 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 Dipp
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz

Hold on, hon'
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some asprin
Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart
And wanna brand new start
To do that jazz

Oh, you're gonna see you
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

Find a glass
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 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, [Incomprehensible]
Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo
Afraid? Yeah
Nobody walks out on me

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
Come on, babe   Why dont 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 Dipp   Is gonna blow the blues   And all that jazz      Hold on, hon'   We're gonna bunny hug   I bought some asprin   Down at United Drug      In case you shake apart   And wanna brand new start   To do that jazz      Oh, you're gonna see you   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      Find a glass   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 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, [Incomprehensible]   Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo   Afraid? Yeah   Nobody walks out on me      No, I'm no one's wife   But, oh, I love my life   And all that jazz   That jazz
 
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