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 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 we shake apart
And wanna a brand new start
To do that jazz
Oh, you're gonna see you Sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz
That jazz!

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