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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
Start the car
I know a whoopee
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a
Where there's a nightly
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
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 Drug
In you shake
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all
Right up
Is where I the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never so high
'Cause in the
How he an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your
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
All that Jazz
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)
Start the car
I a whoopee
the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a nightly
And all that Jazz
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
Start the car
I know a whoopee
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a
Where there's a nightly
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
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 Drug
In you shake
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all
Right up
Is where I the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never so high
'Cause in the
How he an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your
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
All that Jazz
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)
Start the car
I a whoopee
the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a nightly
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all Jazz!
That Jazz!
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