All That Jazz (Chicago) - Chicago Ensemble (1997)

Written by：John Kander/Fred Ebb

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 whoopie 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

Jaz

Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear the father dip is gonna blow the blues

And all that jazz

Hold on hun

We're gonna bunny hug

I bought some aspirine

Down at United Drug

In case you shake a part

And want a brand new start

To do

That

Jaz

Skedoew

And all that jazz

Hatcha

Woopie

And all that jazz

Ha

Ha

Ha

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

Jaz

Listen your husband ain't home is he

No her husband is not at home

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 jaz

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's queer

For all that jazz

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 is hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz

So that's it huh Fred

Yeah I'm afraid so Roxy

Oh Fred

Oh Fred

Yeah

Nobody walks out on me

Sweetheart

Oh don't sweetheart me you son of a bitch

Whoopie

Hatcha

Jazz

I I gotta pay

No I'm no one's wife

But oh I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz