C'mon 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!

Slick you hair
And wear you buckle shoes
And all that jazz

I heat 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 want a brand new start
To do that

Jazz.

Skidoo

And all that jazz

Hot-cha

Whoopee

And all that jazz

(soft and diabolic)
Ha! ha! ha!

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all 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
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 you 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!

C'mon 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 whopee 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!
Company.
Oh, you're gonna see you sheba
Shimmy shake
And all that jazz

Oh, shey'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!

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz!

That jazz!

Writer : EBB, FRED / KANDER, JOHN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.