All That Jazz Bebe Neuwirth

[VELMA]
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