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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
Start the car
I know a spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear Father Dip
Is blow the
And all that Jazz
on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some
at Drug
In you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're fast and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shake
And all that
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her break
And all that jazz
Show her to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that
All Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my
And roll my
down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all
Start the car
I know a spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
Slick your hair
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that Jazz
I hear Father Dip
Is blow the
And all that Jazz
on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some
at Drug
In you shake apart
And a brand new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're fast and loose
And all that jazz
up here
Is where I store the juice
And all that jazz
on, babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you luck Lindy
flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shake
And all that
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her break
And all that jazz
Show her to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that
All Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
Rouge my
And roll my
down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I my
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
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