All That Jazz

All That Jazz - Hit Co. Masters

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 is hot

It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Slick you hair and wear you buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that father dipp is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz

Hold on hun were gonna bunny hug

I bought some asprin down at united ****

In case you shake apart and want a brand new start

To do that jazz

Find a glass were playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on babe were 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 you're gonna see you 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'd curdle

If she'd hear

Her baby's queer

For all that jazz!

And all that jazz

C'mon babe

Why don't we paint the town

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

And all that jazz

Start the car

I know a whopee 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!

No I'm no one's wife

But oh I love my life

And all that jazz!

That jazz!