армагеддон - чикаго-джаз | Текст песни

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• чикаго-джаз

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!