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All that Jazz
Come on babe why dont we paint the town
And all that jazz
Im 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 pianos hot
Its just a noisy hall, where theres a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that father dipp is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz
Hold on hun were gonna bunny hug
I bought some asprin, down at united drug
In case you shake apart, and want a brand new start
To Do, That, Jazz
Find a glass were playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come un babe were gonna brush the sky
I betcha lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?
Oh youre gonna see you sheba, Shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, shes gonna shimmy till her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mothers bloodd curdle
(If shed hear her babys queer)
For all, that, jazz!
Cmon babe
Why dont we paint the town?
And all that jazz
Im 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 pianos hot
Its just a noisy hall, where theres a nightly brawl
And all that jazz!
No, Im no ones wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz!!
That jazz!
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