歌词
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
Oh 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, hon'
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And wanna brand new start
To do that jazz!
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
Oh and all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy
Till her garters break
Oh 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
Find a flask we're playing fast and loose, and all that jazz (Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake)
And all that jazz
Oh right up here Is where I store the juice, and all that jazz (Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break)
And all that jazz
Oh, come on, babe we're gonna brush the sky (Show her where to park her girdle)
I bet you luck Lindy never flew so high (Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle)
'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear to (If she'd hear her baby's queer)
All that
Jazz
So that's final uh, Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so kiddo
Oh, Fred
Yeah?
Nobody walks out on me
No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz