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

Whoa, slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz

Hold on hon, we're gonna bunny-hug

I bought some aspirin down at United Drug

In case ya shake apart and want a brand-new start

To do that jazz

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break

Oh, and all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer for all that jazz

Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose (oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake)

And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

Oh, right up here is where I store the juice (oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break)

And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

Oh, come on, babe, we're 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?

So that's final, huh, Fred?

Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo

Oh, Fred? (Yeah)

Nobody walks out on me

No, I'm no one's wife

But oh, I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz