Lyrics:

Come on babe, why don't we paint the town, and all that Jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockin's 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 - a-that - Ja-yazz 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 In case we shake apart and want a brand new start To do - a-that - Ja-yazz Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake, and all that jazz Oh, I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break, and all that jazz Show me where to park my girdle, oh, my mother's blood'd curdle If she'd hear her baby's queer For all - that - Ja-yazz Find the flask we're playin' fast and loose (Oh, you're gonna see a shiver-shimmy-shake) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice (Oh I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break) And all that jazz, and all that jazz Come on babe we're gonna brush the sky (Show me where to park my girdle) I bet you lucky Lindy never flew so high (Oh, my mother's blood'd girdle) 'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear (If she'd hear her baby's queer) To all that ja-yazz No I'm no-one's wife, but oh I love my life And all... that... Ja-yazz..., that Jazz