All that Jazz 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 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 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 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 betcha lucky Lindy Never flew so high Cause in the stratosphere How could he lend an ear To all… that… jazz? 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’ll curdle * Did she hear, her baby’s queer* For all… that… jazz! No, I’m no one’s wife But, oh I love my life And all… that… jazz!! That jazz!