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