Musical Chicago.

Velma: [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!

[Dance break]

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 -

Velma [bad word] 
Jazz!

Oh, you're gonna see my sheeba
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!

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
'cause in the stratosphere
How could you lend an ear
To all that jazz?

 [bad word] 

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

That jazz!