Come on baby, 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, stop the clock I know I won't be 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 Oh Lord, shake your head And wear your buckled shoes And all that jazz, I hear that Father Gibb Is gonna blow the blues And all that jazz, hold on hard We're gonna buddy hug I want some aspirin Down at United Drug Yeah, I want a brand new stock To do a dance Oh, I'm gonna see a shimmy shimmy shank Oh, and all that jazz Oh, I'm gonna shimmy to a garden break Oh, and all that jazz Show her all the mother's love And if she can hear her babies weep For all that jazz Oh, we're gonna buddy hug And all that jazz Oh, we're gonna shimmy to a garden break Oh, and all that jazz Show her all the mother's love And if she can hear her babies weep For all that jazz Jazz So that's final, huh, Fred? Yeah, right so, kiddo. Hey, Fred? Yeah? No one walks out on me. Yeah! Oh, I know I like my life Oh, I love my life, man Oh, yeah That jazz