Chicago: 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 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 your hair

And wear your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that Father Dipp

Is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz

Hold on, hon'

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some asprin

Down at United Drug

In case you shake apart

And wanna 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

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

Find a glass

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?

So that's final, [Incomprehensible]

Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo

Afraid? Yeah

Nobody walks out on me

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz