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Come on babe |
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Why don't we paint the town? |
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And all that Jazz |
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I'm gonna rouge my knees |
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And roll my stockings down |
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And all that jazz |
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Start the car |
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I know a whoopee spot |
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Where the gin is cold |
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But the piano's hot |
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It's just a noisy hall |
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Where there's a nightly brawl |
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And all |
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That |
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Jazz |
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Slick your hair |
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And wear your buckle shoes |
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And all that Jazz |
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I hear that Father Dip |
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Is gonna blow the blues |
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And all that Jazz |
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Hold on, hon |
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We're gonna bunny hug |
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I bought some aspirin |
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Down at United Drug |
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In case you shake apart |
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And want a brand new start |
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To do that- |
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Find a flask |
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We're playing fast and loose |
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And all that jazz |
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Right up here |
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Is where I store the juice |
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And all that jazz |
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Come on, babe |
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We're gonna brush the sky |
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I bet you luck Lindy |
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Never flew so high |
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Cause in the stratosphere |
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How could he lend an ear |
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to all that Jazz? |
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Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake |
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And all that jazz |
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Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break |
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And all that jazz |
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Show her where to park her girdle |
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Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle |
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If she'd hear her baby's queer |
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For all that jazz |
