Velma: 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!
[Dance break]
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 want a brand-new start To do that -
Velma & Company: Jazz!
Company: Skidoo!
Velma: And All That Jazz
Company: Hotcha! Whoopee!
Velma: And All That Jazz
Company: Hah! Hah! Hah!
Velma: It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl
All: And all that Jazz
(Fred Casely and Roxie Hart enter)
Fred: Listen, your husband ain't home, is he? Velma: No, her husband is not at home! Find a flask We're playing fast and loose
Company: And All That Jazz!
Velma: Right up here Is where I store the juice
Company: And All That Jazz!
Velma: 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
Company: Oh, you're gonna see her sheba shimmy shake
Velma: And All That Jazz!
Company: Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
Velma: And All That Jazz
Company: Show her where to park her girdle Oh, her mother's blood is curdle If she'd hear Her baby's queer For All That Jazz!
Velma: Company: And All That Jazz! Come on, Babe Oh, you're gonna see Why don't we paint Your The town? Sheba And All That Jazz Shimmy shake And All That Jazz!
I'm gonna Oh, Rouge my knees She's gonna shimmy And roll my 'Till her garters Stockings down Break And All That Jazz And All That Jazz
Start the car Show her where to I know a whoopee spot Park her girdle Where the gin is cold Oh, her mother's blood'd But the piano's hot. Curdle It's just a noisy hall If she'd hear Where there's a nightly brawl Her baby's queer And All That Jazz! For All That Jazz!
Roxie: So, that's it, huh Fred? Fred: Yeah, I'm afraid so Roxie. Roxie: Oh, Fred... Girls: Oh, Fred... Fred: Yeah? Roxie: Nobody walks out on me.
(Roxie shoots him.)
Fred: Sweetheart - Roxie: Oh, don't "sweetheart" me, you son-of-a-bitch!
(Roxie shoots him again. Fred dies.)
Company: Hotcha! Whoopee! Jazz! Roxie: Oh, I gotta pee.
(Roxie exits.)
Velma: No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And All That Jazz!