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
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-
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that Jazz
Hotcha!
Whoopee!
And all that Jazz
Ha! Ha! Ha!
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?
No, her husband is not at home.
Find a flask
We're…