[bad word] on babe, 
Why don’t 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 all 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 
(Hot-cha!) 
(Whoopee!) 
And all that jazz 

Slick you hair and 
Wear your buckle shoes 
And all that jazz 
I hear that farther 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] 
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 
 [bad word] on babe 
We're gonna [bad word] the sky 
I betcha lucky Lindy 
Never flew so high 
Cuz 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 [bad word]  
For all... that... jazz! 
All... that... jazz! 
 [bad word] on babe 
Why don't 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 
It's 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! 
That Jazz!