All That Jazz Ute Lemper

Come on, babe
Why dont 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 Dipp
Is gonna blow the blues
And all that jazz

Hold on, hon'
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some asprin
Down at United Drug