Key
of C
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 your 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 we shake apart and want a brand new start to do that jazz!
Oh, I'm gonna see my Sheba shimmy shake (And all that jazz!)
Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break (And all that jazz!)
Show here where to park her girdle, Oh, her mother's blood 'd curdle
if she'd hear her baby's queer for All That Jazz!
A:
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!
B:
Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake, And all that jazz!
Oh, I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break, And all that jazz!
Show me where to park my girdle, Oh, my mother's blood 'd curdle
if she'd 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!
