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