[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 

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] 
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 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 

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 

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