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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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna hug
I bought some
Down at Drug
In case you apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
...
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all jazz
up
Is where I store the
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna 'till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to her
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that Jazz
All that Jazz
on,
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (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 Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna hug
I bought some
Down at Drug
In case you apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
...
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all jazz
up
Is where I store the
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna 'till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to her
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that Jazz
All that Jazz
on,
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (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 Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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