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There's No Business Like Show Business
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All That Jazz (from 'Chicago')
Lyricist:Fred Ebb, John Kander
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 you hair And wear you buckle shoes And all that jazz
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
In case you shake apart And want a brand new start To do that jazz
Skidoo And all that jazz Hatcha, whoopie And all that jazz
It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz
[Incomprehensible]you're husband Ain't home, is he? No, her husband is not at home
Find a flask We're playin' fast and loose And all that jazz
Right up here Is where I store the juice And all that jazz
Come on, babe We're gonna brush the sky I betcha lucky Lindy Never blew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere How could he lend an ear To all that jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see a 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 would curdle If she'd hear, her baby's queer For all that jazz
All that jazz
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
So that's it, ha Fred Yeah, I'm afraid so Roxie Oh, Fred, oh, Fred Yeah Nobody walks out on me
Sweetheart Oh, don't sweetheart me You son of a bitch Whoopie, hatcha, jazz I gotta pee
No, I'm no one's wife But, oh I love my life And all that jazz That jazz
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