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A B C D E F G H
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Y Z ...



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All That Jazz

Chicago
Muzikál: Chicago



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 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 Drug
I case you shake apart 
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz

[COMPANY]
Skidoo!

[VELMA]
And all that Jazz

[COMPANY]
Hotcha!
Whoopee!

[VELMA]
And all that Jazz

[COMPANY]
Ha! Ha! Ha!

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And 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


Come on, babe
We're gonna brush 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?

[COMPANY]
Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

[VELMA]
And all that jazz

[COMPANY]
Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

[VELMA]
And all that jazz

[COMPANY]
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz

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

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

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

[COMPANY]
Oh
She's gonna shimmy
'Till her garters 
Break
And all that jazz

[VELMA]
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

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

[COMPANY]
Hotcha!
Whoopee!
Jazz!

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

[COMPANY]
That Jazz!