All That Jazz (Digitally Remastered 1996)

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

oh, you′re gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

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

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?

So that's final, huh Fred?

yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie.

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!