A popular song from 1973
Featured in the 2002 film “Chicago”
Words by Fred Ebb
Music by John Kander
The sheet music:
Lyrics
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 buckled 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 that jazz
Oh, I’m gonna see my 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’ll curdle
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
No, I’m no one’s wife, but oh
I love my life and all that jazz
That jazz