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

(23-skidoo)
And all that jazz
(Hotcha! Whoopee!)
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 betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?
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

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