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Come on babe
Why don't we the town?
And all Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my
And roll my stockings down
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all Jazz
I hear Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some
Down at United Drug
In you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're fast and
And all that jazz
up here
Is where 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 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 where 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
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we the town?
And all Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my
And roll my stockings down
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all Jazz
I hear Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some
Down at United Drug
In you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're fast and
And all that jazz
up here
Is where 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 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 where 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
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's a
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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