All That Jazz - Karen Ziémba/Jim Walton/Bob Cuccioli

作词：Fred Ebb

作曲：John Kander

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 is hot

It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

Slick you hair and wear you buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that father dipp is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz

Hold on hun were gonna bunny hug

I bought some asprin 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'd curdle

(If she'd hear her baby squeal)

For 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 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

No I'm no one's wife

But oh I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz