Five, six, seven, eight 
 [bad word] 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 

 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 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 [bad word] 
 I 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 
 [bad word] on, babe 
 We're gonna [bad word] 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'd curdle 
 If she'd hear her baby's [bad word] 
 For all that jazz 

 All that jazz  [bad word] on, babe 
 Why Don't we paint 
 The town? 
 And all that jazz 

 Oh, you're gonna see 
 Your 
 Sheba 
 Shimmy shake 
 And all that jazz 

 I'm gonna 
 Rouge my knees 
 And roll my 
 Stockings down 
 And all that jazz 

 Oh 
 She's gonna shimmy 
 'Till her garters 
 Break 
 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 

 Show her where to 
 Park her girdle 
 Oh, her mother's blood'd 
 Curdle 
 If she'd hear 
 Her baby's [bad word] 
 For all that jazz 

 No, I'm no one's wife 
 But, Oh, I love my life 
 And all that Jazz! 

 That Jazz!