Lyrics:

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
The piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that Jazz

Skidoo!

And all that Jazz

Hotcha! Whoopee!

And all that jazz

Ha! Ha! Ha!

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, hon'
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
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 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

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 will curdle

If she'd hear her baby's squeal

For all

That

Jazz
All that Jazz

Come on, babe (Oh!)
Why don't we paint the town? (You're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake)
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)

I'm gonna rouge my knees (Oh!)
And roll my stockings down (She's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break)
And all that Jazz (And all that Jazz)

Start the car (Show...)
I know a whoopee spot (Her where to park her girdle)
Where the gin is cold (Oh!)
But the piano's hot (Her mother's blood'd curdle)

It's just a noisy hall (If she'd hear)
Where there's a nightly brawl (Her baby's queer)

And all that

Jazz

No, I'm no one's wife
Rachel:
But oh, I love my life

And all that Jazz!
That Jazz!