C’mon 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 you 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
In case you shake apart and want a brand new start
To do that jazz.

Oh, you’re gonna see you sheba shimmy shake
Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break
Show her where to park her girdle
If she’d hear her baby’s queer for 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?
And all that jazz!
[spoken] And all that jazz!