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 bet you luck 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 'till 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 scream
For all that jazz (All that jazz)

Come on, babe why don't we paint the town?

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 And all that jazz.