歌曲 | Overture/And All That Jazz (Album Version) |
歌手 | Jones |
歌手 | YoungStar |
歌手 | Renée Zellweger |
歌手 | Taye Diggs |
专辑 | Chicago - Music From The Miramax Motion Picture |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
come on babe, why dont 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! | |
skidoo | |
And all that jazz | |
Hot shot | |
whoopee! | |
And all that jazz | |
slick you 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 hun | |
we're gonna bunny hug | |
i bought some aspirin | |
down at united drug | |
in case you shake apart | |
and want a brand new start | |
to do...that...JAZZ! | |
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 betcha lucky lindy | |
never flew so high | |
cause in the stratosphere | |
how could he lend an ear | |
to all that jazz! | |
ooohhh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake | |
And all that jazz | |
ooohhh, she's gonna shimmy til' her garters break | |
And all that jazz | |
show her where to park her girdle | |
oh, her mother's blood will curdle | |
if she'd hear her baby's queer | |
for all...that..jazz! | |
all...that...jazz! | |
come on babe why dont we paint the town | |
And all that jazz | |
i'm gonna rouge my knees and wear 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 | |
its just a noisy hall | |
where there's a nightly brawl | |
And all that jazz! | |
nooo, i'm no one's wife | |
but, oohh i love my life | |
And all that jazz! | |
That Jazz! | |
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come on babe, why dont 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! | |
skidoo | |
And all that jazz | |
Hot shot | |
whoopee! | |
And all that jazz | |
slick you 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 hun | |
we' re gonna bunny hug | |
i bought some aspirin | |
down at united drug | |
in case you shake apart | |
and want a brand new start | |
to do... that... JAZZ! | |
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 betcha lucky lindy | |
never flew so high | |
cause in the stratosphere | |
how could he lend an ear | |
to all that jazz! | |
ooohhh, you' re gonna see your sheba shimmy shake | |
And all that jazz | |
ooohhh, she' s gonna shimmy til' her garters break | |
And all that jazz | |
show her where to park her girdle | |
oh, her mother' s blood will curdle | |
if she' d hear her baby' s queer | |
for all... that.. jazz! | |
all... that... jazz! | |
come on babe why dont we paint the town | |
And all that jazz | |
i' m gonna rouge my knees and wear 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 | |
its just a noisy hall | |
where there' s a nightly brawl | |
And all that jazz! | |
nooo, i' m no one' s wife | |
but, oohh i love my life | |
And all that jazz! | |
That Jazz! | |
shou suo |
come on babe, why dont 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! | |
skidoo | |
And all that jazz | |
Hot shot | |
whoopee! | |
And all that jazz | |
slick you 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 hun | |
we' re gonna bunny hug | |
i bought some aspirin | |
down at united drug | |
in case you shake apart | |
and want a brand new start | |
to do... that... JAZZ! | |
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 betcha lucky lindy | |
never flew so high | |
cause in the stratosphere | |
how could he lend an ear | |
to all that jazz! | |
ooohhh, you' re gonna see your sheba shimmy shake | |
And all that jazz | |
ooohhh, she' s gonna shimmy til' her garters break | |
And all that jazz | |
show her where to park her girdle | |
oh, her mother' s blood will curdle | |
if she' d hear her baby' s queer | |
for all... that.. jazz! | |
all... that... jazz! | |
come on babe why dont we paint the town | |
And all that jazz | |
i' m gonna rouge my knees and wear 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 | |
its just a noisy hall | |
where there' s a nightly brawl | |
And all that jazz! | |
nooo, i' m no one' s wife | |
but, oohh i love my life | |
And all that jazz! | |
That Jazz! | |
shōu suō |