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.
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