文本歌词

All That Jazz-2
] - Musical Creations Studio Musicians (Karaoke)
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
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
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