That s in 70
Come on babe
Why don t we paint the town?

And all that Jazz
I m gonna rouge my knees
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
That

Jazz

Skidoo!

And all that Jazz

Hotcha!

Whoopee!

And all that Jazz

Ha! Ha! Ha!

So lick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes

And all that Jazz
I hear that Father Dip
Is gonna the blow blues

And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We re gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
I 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 where 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 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 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

And all that jazz

Come on babe
Why don t we paint
The town?
And all that jazz

I m gonna
Rouge my knees
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 that jazz

No, I m no one s wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!

That Jazz!