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Come on babe
Why don't we the town?
And all that
I'm rouge my knees
And roll my stockings
And all that jazz
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a 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 Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that
Hold on, hon
We're gonna hug
I bought some
at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How he an ear
to all Jazz?
Oh, you're see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters
And all that jazz
her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's
For all that Jazz
All that Jazz
on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all jazz (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 noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we the town?
And all that
I'm rouge my knees
And roll my stockings
And all that jazz
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
Where there's a 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 Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that
Hold on, hon
We're gonna hug
I bought some
at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here
Is I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How he an ear
to all Jazz?
Oh, you're see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters
And all that jazz
her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's
For all that Jazz
All that Jazz
on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all jazz (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 noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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