Lea DeLaria Follow

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 you hair
And wear you 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

In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz

Skidoo
And all that jazz
Hatcha, whoopie
And all that jazz

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

[Incomprehensible] you're husband
Ain't home, is he?
No, her husband is not at home

Find a flask
We're playin' 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 blew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he lend an ear
To all that jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see a Sheeba
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 would 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

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

So that's it, ha Fred
Yeah, I'm afraid so Roxie
Oh, Fred, oh, Fred
Yeah
Nobody walks out on me

Sweetheart
Oh, don't sweetheart me
You son of a bitch
Whoopie, hatcha, jazz
I gotta pee

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz

Why don't we paint the town?
And all that jazz