Alanis Morissette "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. Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes And all that jazz I hear that Father Dipp is gonna blow the blues And all that jazz Hold on, hon, we're gonna bunny hop I bought some asprin down at United Drug In case you shake apart, and want a brand new start To do that jazz. And all that jazz. And all that jazz It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz. Listen, your husband isn't home, is he? No, her husband is not at home. Find a glass, 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? Company Oh, you're gonna see you sheba Shimmy shake Velma And all that jazz Company Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break Velma And all that jazz Company Show her where to park her girdle Oh, her mother's blooded curdle If she'd hear Her baby's queer For all that jazz! Velma 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 whopee 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! Company 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 blooded curdle If she'd hear Her baby's queer For all that jazz! Velma No, I'm no one's wife But, oh, I love my life And all that jazz! Company That jazz! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |