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!
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!