| Come on babe, why don’t we paint the town?
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| And all that jazz
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| I’m gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
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| And all that jazz
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| Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
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| Where the gin is cold, but the piano’s hot
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| It’s just a noisy hall where there’s a nightly brawl
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| And all… that… jazz
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| Skidoo
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| And all that jazz
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| Hotcha… Whoopee
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| And all that jazz
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| Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes
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| And all that jazz
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| I hear that Father Dipp is gonna blow the blues
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| And all that jazz
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| Hold on hun, we’re gonna bunny hug
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| I bought some aspirin, down at United Drug
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| In case you shake apart, and want a brand new start
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| To do… that… jazz
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| Find a flask, we’re playing fast and loose
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| And all that jazz
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| Right up here is where I store the juice
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| And all that jazz
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| Come on babe, we’re gonna brush the sky
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| I betcha lucky Lindy
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| Never flew so high
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| Cause in the stratosphere
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| How could he lend an ear
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| To all… that… jazz?
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| Oh, you’re gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
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| And all that jazz
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| Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break
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| And all that jazz
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| Show her where to park her girdle
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| Oh, her mother’s blood’ll curdle *
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| Did she hear, her baby’s queer*
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| For all… that… jazz!
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| No, I’m no one’s wife
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| But, oh I love my life
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| And all… that… jazz!
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| That jazz! |