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Come on
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm rouge my
And my stockings down
And all that
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your
And your buckle shoes
And all
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
Down at United Drug
In case you apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all jazz
Right up
Is where I store the juice
And all that
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck
so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all
Oh, she's shimmy 'till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her to park her
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that Jazz
All that
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And 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 just a noisy hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm rouge my
And my stockings down
And all that
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your
And your buckle shoes
And all
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
Down at United Drug
In case you apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all jazz
Right up
Is where I store the juice
And all that
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck
so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all
Oh, she's shimmy 'till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her to park her
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that Jazz
All that
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And 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 just a noisy hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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