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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all jazz
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your
And all that Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna the blues
And all Jazz
on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
Down at Drug
In you shake apart
And a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
on,
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna 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
For all that Jazz
All Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we
The town?
And all that (And all Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no one's
But, Oh, I my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all jazz
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your
And all that Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna the blues
And all Jazz
on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
Down at Drug
In you shake apart
And a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
on,
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna 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
For all that Jazz
All Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we
The town?
And all that (And all Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no one's
But, Oh, I my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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