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Chita Rivera - All That Jazz, Chicago, Original Broadway Cast Recording
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chita Rivera
Chita Rivera
Vocals
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Vocals
Chicago Orchestra (1996)
Chicago Orchestra (1996)
Performer
Stanley Lebowsky
Stanley Lebowsky
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kander
John Kander
Composer
Fred Ebb
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
Ralph Burns
Ralph Burns
Orchestrator
Peter Howard
Peter Howard
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Martin Richards
Martin Richards
Producer
Joseph Harris
Joseph Harris
Producer
Ira Bernstein
Ira Bernstein
Producer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Producer
Richard Blakin
Richard Blakin
Engineer
Didier C. Deutsch
Didier C. Deutsch
Producer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
Oh, slick your hair and wear your buckled shoes, and all that jazz
I hear that Father Dip is gonna blow the blues and all that jazz
Hold on, hun, 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
[Verse 3]
Oh, you're gonna see her, she's a shimmy shake
Oh, and all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
Oh, 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
[Verse 4]
Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose, and all that jazz
Oh, you're gonna see her, she's a shimmy shake and all that jazz
Oh, right up here is where I store the juice and all that jazz
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break and all that jazz
Oh, come on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky
Show her where to park her girdle, oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear to all that jazz?
If she'd hears her baby's queer
[Bridge]
So, that's final, huh, Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, kiddo
Oh, Fred, nobody walks out on me (Yeah?)
[Outro]
No, I'm no one's wife, but, oh, I love my life and all that jazz
Ooh, that jazz
Written by: Fred Ebb, John Kander
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