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

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, hun
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

Skit two!

And all that Jazz

Hotshot!
Whoopee!

And all that Jazz

Ha! Ha! Ha!

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 bet you 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

And If she hears her baby squeal
It's For all that jazz

And 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!

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