Chicago The Musical All That Jazz
Songwriters: Ebb, Fred; Kander, John;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
© KANDER & EBB MUSIC; UNICHAPPELL MUSIC INC;
