4.All That Jazz (From 'Chicago')
作詞：Fred Ebb, John Kander
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
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that jazz and all that jazz
And all that jazz
It's just a noisy hall
And 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 lucky 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
'Til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle？
Oh, her mother's blood'll 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 is hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that
No, I'm no-one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz, that jazz
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