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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that
Start the car
I know a whoopee
Where the gin is
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 jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at
In case you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
...
Find a
We're fast and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on,
We're gonna the sky
I bet you luck
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all Jazz?
Oh, you're see your 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
All that Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all 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 a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
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!
Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that
Start the car
I know a whoopee
Where the gin is
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 jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at
In case you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
...
Find a
We're fast and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on,
We're gonna the sky
I bet you luck
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all Jazz?
Oh, you're see your 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
All that Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all 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 a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy
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!
Jazz!
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