5-6-7-8!
Come on babe, why dont we paint the town?
And all that jazz
i'm gonna rogue 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!

fnd 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 jazz!

oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake
And all that jazz
oh, she's gonna shimmy til 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 queer
for all...that..jazz!
all...that...jazz!

come on babe why dont we paint the town
And all that jazz
i'm gonna rouge my knees and wear 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
its 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!
(Goodnight Folks)
That Jazz!