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Chicago: 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
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
Slick your hair and wear you 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 you shake apart And wanna brand new start To do that- jazz!
Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz
Right up here Is where I store the juice And all that jazz
Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I betcha Lucky 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
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 knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz (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
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