All That Jazz
- Geraldine Turner (1998)You are listening to the song All That Jazz by Geraldine Turner, writer by John Kander;Fred Ebb in album Chicago: A Musical Vaudeville (Australian Cast Album). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
- Funny Honey - Nancye Hayes
- Me And My Baby - Nancye Hayes
- Nowadays - Nancye Hayes
- Roxie - Nancye Hayes
- My Own Good Friend - Geraldine Turner
- We Both Reached For The Gun - J.P. Donovan
- All That Jazz - Geraldine Turner
- When Velma Takes The Stand - Geraldine Turner
- Overture - Orchestra
- All I Care About - Terence Donovan
- Razzle Dazzle - Terence Donovan
- All That Jazz (Reprise) - Geraldine Turner
- Cell Block Tango - Geraldine Turner
- When You're Good To Mama - Judi Connelli
- A Little Bit Of Good - J.P. Webster
- I Can't Do It Alone - Geraldine Turner
- Mr. Cellophane - George Spartels
- Class - Geraldine Turner
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 justy a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz.
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
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
I case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do 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 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 queer
For all that jazz.
All that jazz
Come on, babe
Why Don't we paint
The town?
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
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.
No, I'm no one's wife
But, Oh, I love my life
And all
That
Jazz!
That Jazz!
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