OST Chicago - After Midnight | Текст песни

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• After Midnight

Five, six, seven, eight

Come on babe,
Why don’t 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 all 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
(Hot-cha!)
(Whoopee!)
And all that jazz

Slick you hair and
Wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that farther 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... 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 betcha lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
Cuz in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see
Your sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till
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 don't 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
It's 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!

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