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Lyrics: All That Jazz (Chicago)

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    Velma Kelly]
    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 justy a noisy hall
    Where there's a nightly brawl
    And all that jazz

    And all that jazz
    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
    I case you shake apart
    And want a brand new start
    To do that

    [Roxie Hart] (imagine)
    Jazz

    [Velma Kelly]
    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 bet you luck 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

    [Company]
    And all that jazz

    [Velma Kelly]
    Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

    [Company]
    And all that jazz

    [Velma Kelly]
    Show her where to park her girdle
    Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle

    [Company]
    If she'd hear her baby's queer

    [Velma Kelly]
    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'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!




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