Soundtrack - Catherine Zeta - Jones, Renee Zellweger, Taye Diggs - Overture & All That Jazz Şarkı Sözleri

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

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


Skidoo!


And all that jazz


Hotcha!
Whoopee!


And all that jazz


Ha! ha! ha!

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl


And all that jazz


Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?


No, her husband is not at home.

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


And all that jazz
Come on, babe
Why don't we paint
The town?
And all that jazz


Oh, you're gonna see
Your
Sheba
Shimmy shake
And all that jazz


I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz


Oh
She's gonna shimmy
'till her garters
Break
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


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


So that's it, huh 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!


Hotcha!
Whoopee!
Jazz!


Oh, I gotta pee!


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


That jazz!
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