All That Jazz

Album cover art for "All That Jazz" by Bianca Marroquín

Bianca Marroquín - Pop

All That Jazz

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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 Oh, slick your hair and wear your buckled shoes And all that jazz I hear that Father Dipp is gonna blow the blues And all that jazz Come on, hon, we're gonna bunnyhug I bought some aspirin down at United Drug In case we shake apart Want a brand new start To do that jazz (Oh, you're gonna see her Sheba shimmy shake.) Oh, and all that jazz (Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break.) Oh, and all that jazz (Show her where to park her girdle Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle If she hear Her baby's queer For all that jazz.) Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose (Oh, you're gonna see her Sheba shimmy shake.) And all that jazz (And all that jazz) Right up here is where I store the juice (Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break.) And all that jazz (And all that jazz) Oh, come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky (Show her where to park her girdle) I bet you Lucky Lindy never flew so high (Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle) 'Cause in the stratosphere How could he lend an ear To all that No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And all that jazz That jazz!

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Credits

Writers
  • John Kander
  • Fred Ebb