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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm rouge my knees
And my stockings
And all that jazz
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 brawl
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I hear Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing and
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that
on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never so
'Cause in the
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her
And all that
Show her 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
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 know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's 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 that Jazz!
Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm rouge my knees
And my stockings
And all that jazz
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 brawl
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I hear Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing and
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that
on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never so
'Cause in the
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her
And all that
Show her 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
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 know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's 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 that Jazz!
Jazz!
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