"All That Jazz" from "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
In case we shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz!
Oh, I'm gonna see my 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 queer
For all that jazz!
Find a flask, we're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz!
(And all that jazz!)
Right up here is where I store the juice,
And all that jazz!
(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!
No, I'm no one's wife, but
Oh, I love my life
And all that jazz!
That jazz!