The folks atop the ladder
Are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, kid
And I'll boost you up yours.
Let's all stroke together
Like the Princeton crew
When you're strokin' Mama
Mama's strokin' you.
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming all along,
And if they used us.
Then they abused us?
Could you tell us that we were wrong?
He had it coming
He had it coming
He had it coming
He had it coming
He only had himself to blame
If you'd have been there
If you'd have seen it
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 scream
For all that jazz (All that jazz)
Come on, babe why don't we paint the town?
If you want my gravy
Pepper my ragout
Spice it up for Mama
She'll get hot for you.
When they pass that basket
folks contribute to
You put in for Mama
She'll put out for you.
— Who's Fred Casely?
— My ex-boyfriend
— Why'd you shoot him?
— I was leavin'...
— Still I said, "Fred, move along". She knew that she was doing wrong!
— Was he angry?
— Like a madman!
— Then describe it
— He came toward me
— With the pistol?
— From my bureau
— Did you fight him?
— Like a tiger!
— He had strength, and she had none! And yet we both reached for the gun!
— Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes, we both! Oh, yes, we both, oh, yes, we both reached for The gun! The gun, the gun, the gun! Oh, yes, we both reached for the gun!
— Understandable! Understandable! Yes, it's perfectly understandable! Comprehensible! Comprehensible! Not a bit reprehensible, It's so defensible!
— How you feelin'?
— Very frightened!
— Are you sorry?
— Are you kidding?
— That's your statement?
— All I'd say is Though my choo-choo jumped the track I'd give my life to bring him back.
— And? What? And? What?
— Stay away from Jazz and liquor And the men who Play for fun.
— And what? Yeah? When?
— That's the thought that Came upon me When we both reached for the gun.
— Understandable, Understandable! Yes, it's perfectly understandable! Comprehensible! Comprehensible! Not a bit reprehensible, It's so defensible!
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 And all that jazz.