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!