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