Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bebe Neuwirth
Bebe Neuwirth
Vocals
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Chicago Ensemble (1996)
Performer
Rob Fisher
Rob Fisher
Conductor
Bill Rosenfield
Bill Rosenfield
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Ebb
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
John Kander
John Kander
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay David Saks
Jay David Saks
Producer
James Nichols
James Nichols
Recording Engineer
Paul J. Falcone
Paul J. Falcone
Assistant Engineer
Mark Johnson
Mark Johnson
Assistant Engineer
Chris Hilt
Chris Hilt
Assistant Engineer
Jon M. Samuels
Jon M. Samuels
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 whoopie 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]
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 aspirin down at United Drug
In case you shake apart and want a brand new start
To do that jazz
[Verse 3]
Skee-do!
And all that jazz
Ha-cha!
Whoopie!
And all that jazz
It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
[Verse 4]
Listen, uh
Your husband ain't home, is he?
No, her husband is not at home
[Verse 5]
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 on, babe, we're gonna brush the sky
I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?
[Verse 6]
Oh, you're gonna see your 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
[Verse 7]
All that jazz
[Verse 8]
Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?
Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
Start the car, I know a whoopie spot
Show her where to park her girdle
Where the gin is cold but the piano is hot
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl
If she'd hear her baby's queer for
And all that
[Verse 9]
So that's it, huh, Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxy
Oh, Fred?
Oh, Fred?
Yeah?
Nobody walks out on me!
Sweetheart!
Oh, don't sweetheart me, you son of a bitch
Whoopie
Ha-cha!
Jazz
I gotta pee
[Outro]
No, I'm no one's wife but
Oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
Written by: Fred Ebb, John Kander
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