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
 Slick your hair
 and wear you 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 wanna 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?
 To all that jazz?
 To all that jazz?