November 12, 2015

Lyrics

C'mon 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 whoopie spot where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
Its just a noisy hall where theres a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
(skidoo)
And all that jazz
(husha) (whoopie)
And all that Jazz
(Hah)
(Hah)
(Hah)

Slick your 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 asperin, down at United Drug
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do
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 one babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high
Casue in the stratosphere
How could he lend an dear
To all that jazz

Oh youre gonna see your sheeba skae
And all that jazz
Oh, shes 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

All that jazz
Come on babe
Why dont 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 knowa
Whoopie spot
Where the gin is cold
But the piano's hot
Its just a noisy hall
Where theres a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz

No I'm no one's wife
But ohhhhh I love my life
And alllllll that Jazz
That jazz

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