All That Jazz

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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 stockin’s 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 – a-that – Ja-yazz

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