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All That Jazz Video (MV)




Performed By: Riverdale Cast
Length: 3:21
Written by: Fred Ebb, John Kander




Riverdale Cast - All That Jazz Lyrics
Official




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

(Skiddoo!)

And all that jazz

(Hotcha!)
(Whoopee!)

And all that jazz

(Ha! Ha! Ha!)

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 betcha lucky 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
'Til 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

Come on, babe (oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake)
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

I'm gonna rouge my knees(oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break)
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

Start the car (show her where to park her girdle)
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold (oh, her mother's blood'd curdle)
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall (if she'd hear her baby's queer)
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
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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

(Skiddoo!)

And all that jazz

(Hotcha!)
(Whoopee!)

And all that jazz

(Ha! Ha! Ha!)

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 betcha lucky 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
'Til 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

Come on, babe (oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake)
Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

I'm gonna rouge my knees(oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break)
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

Start the car (show her where to park her girdle)
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold (oh, her mother's blood'd curdle)
But the piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall (if she'd hear her baby's queer)
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
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Writer: Fred Ebb, John Kander
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.


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