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Come on babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all jazz
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
your
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought aspirin
at United Drug
In you shake apart
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and
And all that
Right 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
Never flew so
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your
And all that
Oh, she's gonna 'till her garters
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 Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a
And all that Jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all jazz
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
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
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all jazz
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
your
And wear your buckle shoes
And all that
I Father Dip
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that Jazz
Hold on, hon
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought aspirin
at United Drug
In you shake apart
And want a new start
To do that
... Jazz
Find a flask
We're playing fast and
And all that
Right 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
Never flew so
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
to all that Jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see your
And all that
Oh, she's gonna 'till her garters
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 Jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna
my knees
And roll my
down
And all that jazz (And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I a whoopee spot
Where the gin is
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a
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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