Letra Catherine Zeta-jones, Renee Zellweger, T de Soundtrack original

velma>
Come on babe
Why dont we paint the town?
And all that jazz

Im 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 pianos hot

Its just a noisy hall
Where theres 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
Were 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-

velma and company>
Jazz

company>
Skidoo!

velma>
And all that jazz

company>
Hotcha!
Whoopee!

velma>
And all that jazz

company>
Ha! ha! ha!

Its just a noisy hall
Where theres a nightly brawl

all>
And all that jazz

casely (spoken)>
Listen, your husband aint home, is he?

velma (spoken)>
No, her husband is not at home.

Find a flask
Were playing fast and loose

all>
And all that jazz

velma>
Right up here
Is where I store the juice

all>
And all that jazz

velma>
Come on, babe
Were 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?

company>
Oh, youre gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

velma>
And all that jazz

company>
Oh, shes gonna shimmy till her garters break

velma>
And all that jazz

company>
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mothers bloodd curdle
If shed hear her babys queer
For all that jazz

velma>
And all that jazz
Come on, babe
Why dont we paint
The town?
And all that jazz

company>
Oh, youre gonna see
Your
Sheba
Shimmy shake
And all that jazz

velma>
Im gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz

company>
Oh
Shes gonna shimmy
till her garters
Break
And all that jazz

velma>
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where the gin is cold
But the pianos hot
Its just a noisy hall
Where theres a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

company>
Show her where to
Park her girdle
Oh, her mothers bloodd
Curdle
If shed hear
Her babys queer
For all that jazz

roxie (spoken)>
So thats it, huh fred?

casely (spoken)>
Yeah, Im afraid so, roxie.

roxie (spoken)>
Oh, fred...

girls (spoken)>
Oh, fred...

casely (spoken)>
Yeah?

roxie (spoken)>
Nobody walks out on me.

casely (spoken)>
Sweetheart-

roxie (spoken)>
Oh, dont sweetheart me,
You son-of-a-bitch!

company>
Hotcha!
Whoopee!
Jazz!

roxie (spoken)>
Oh, I gotta pee!

velma>
No, Im no ones wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz!

company>
That jazz!