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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm gonna my knees
And roll my stockings
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a spot
the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a brawl
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
at Drug
In you
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're and loose
And all that jazz
Right up
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna the sky
I bet you luck
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her
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
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
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 brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all Jazz
I'm gonna my knees
And roll my stockings
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a spot
the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a brawl
And all
That
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all Jazz
I that Father Dip
Is gonna the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I some aspirin
at Drug
In you
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're and loose
And all that jazz
Right up
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
We're gonna the sky
I bet you luck
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're see your sheba shimmy
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her
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
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
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 brawl
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my
And all that Jazz!
Jazz!
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