Letras: Chicago The Musical. All That Jazz.

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