Chicago - All that jazz(short) instrumental | Текст песни

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• All that jazz(short) instrumental

Come on babe, why dont we paint the town?
And all that jazz
i'm gonna rogue 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!

skidoo
And all that jazz
hotcha!
whoopee!
And all that jazz

oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
oh, she's gonna shimmy til her garters break
And all that jazz

show her where to park her girdle
oh, her mother's blood will curdle
if she'd hear her baby's queer
for all...that..jazz!
all...that...jazz!

come on babe why dont we paint the town
And all that jazz
i'm gonna rouge my knees and wear 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
its just a noisy hall
where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz!

no, i'm no one's wife
but, oh i love my life
And all that jazz!
That Jazz!