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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 spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick hair
And your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all Jazz
on, hon
We're bunny hug
I bought aspirin
at United Drug
In case you shake
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a
We're playing and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck
flew so
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break
And all
her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that
All that
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a noisy
there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all 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 spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick hair
And your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all Jazz
on, hon
We're bunny hug
I bought aspirin
at United Drug
In case you shake
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a
We're playing and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck
flew so
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break
And all
her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that
All that
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a noisy
there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all Jazz!
That Jazz!
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