Overture/And All That Jazz

Five, six, seven, eight
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 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
 Skidoo
 And all that jazz
 Hotcha
 Whoopee
 And all that jazz
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 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
 In case you shake apart and want a brand new start
 To do that jazz
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 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 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 'til her garters break
 And all that jazz
 Show her where to park her girdle
 Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle
 If she'd hear her baby's queer
 For all that jazz
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 All that jazz
 Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?
 (Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake)
 And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
 I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
 (Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break)
 And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
 Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
 (Show her where to park her girdle)
 Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
 (Oh, her mother's blood will curdle)
 It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
 (If she'd hear her baby's queer)
 And all that jazz
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 No, I'm no one's wife
 But oh, I love my life
 And all that jazz
 That jazz