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 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
And all that Jazz
And all 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 Lindy
Never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that Jazz?
Come on, babe
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that Jazz
(And all that Jazz)
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that Jazz
(And all that Jazz)
Start the car
I know 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
No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!
