All That Jazz (Live)

All That Jazz (Live) - Liza Minelli

Come on babe why don't we paint the town

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockin's 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 a that jazz

Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

Father dip is gonna blow the blues

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 a that jazz

Oh you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break

And all that jazz

Show me where to park my girdle

Oh my mother's blood curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer

For all that jazz

Find the flask we're playin' fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on come we're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky lindy lindy never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere how could he lend an ear

And all that jazz

No I'm no one's wife but oh I love my life

And all that all that jazz that jazz