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Glee Cast - All That Jazz feat. Kate Hudson
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glee Cast
Glee Cast
Performer
Kate Hudson
Kate Hudson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fred Ebb
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
John Kander
John Kander
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Anders
Adam Anders
Producer
Peer Astrom
Peer Astrom
Producer
Ryan Murphy
Ryan Murphy
Producer
Alex Anders
Alex Anders
Recording Engineer
Fredrik Jansson
Fredrik Jansson
Assistant Engineer
Joshua Blanchard
Joshua Blanchard
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Gillmor
Ryan Gillmor
Assistant Engineer
Henrik Edenhed
Henrik Edenhed
Mixing Engineer
Dominick Maita
Dominick Maita
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 Skidoo! And all that Jazz Hotcha! Whoopee! And all that jazz Ha! Ha! Ha! 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! 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 Lind, you never flew so high 'Cause in the stratosphere How could he lend an ear To all that Jazz? Oh, you're gonna see her 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'd hear her baby's queer For all that Jazz All that Jazz Come on babe why don't we paint the town? (Oh, you're gonna see her 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 'til her garters break) And all that jazz (and all that Jazz) Start the car I know a whoopee spot (show her where to park her girdle) Where the gin is cold but the piano's 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) And all that Jazz No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And all that Jazz! That Jazz!
Writer(s): John Kander, Fred Ebb Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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