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
I case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz

Skidoo!
And all that jazz
Hotcha!
Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha! Ha! Ha!

It´s just a noisy hall where there´s a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Find a flask, we´re playing 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 bet you luck 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 ´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

And all that jazz
Come on, babe
Why don´t we paint
The town?
And all that ja