- Votes:
- Composers:
- Fred Ebb
- John Kander
- See also:
Chicago The Musical - All That Jazz lyrics
Velma.
C'mon 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
I heat 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-
Velma and company.
Jazz.
Person.
Skidoo
Velma
And all that jazz
Person 2
Hot-cha
Person 3
Whoopee
Velma
And all that jazz
Company.
(soft and diabolic)
Ha! ha! ha!
Velma
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that-
Company.
Jazz
(dialog)
Velma.
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
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And all that jazz
Velma
Right up here
Is where I store the juice
All.
And all that jazz
Velma.
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?
Company.
Oh, you're gonna see you 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.
C'mon 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 whopee 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.
Oh, you're gonna see you sheba
Shimmy shake
And all that jazz
Oh, shey'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!
velma.
no, I'm no one's wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz!
Company.
That jazz!