All That Jazz (From "Chicago")

All That Jazz (From "Chicago") - The Musical Band

Written by：John Kander/Fred Ebb

Come on babe

Why don't we paint the town

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge 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 you 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

Till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh her mother's blood's curdle

If she'd hear her baby queer

For all 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

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz

Oh I'm no one's wife

Oh I love my life

That jazz