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Come on babe |
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Why don't we paint the town? |
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And all that Jazz |
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I'm gonna rouge my knees |
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And roll my stockings down |
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And all that jazz |
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Start the car |
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I know a whoopee spot |
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Where the gin is cold |
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But the piano's hot |
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It's just a noisy hall |
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Where there's a nightly brawl |
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And all |
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That |
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Jazz |
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Slick your hair |
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And wear your buckle shoes |
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And all that Jazz |
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I hear that Father Dip |
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Is gonna blow the blues |
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And all that Jazz |
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Hold on, hon |
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We're gonna bunny hug |
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I bought some aspirin |
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Down at United Drug |
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In case you shake apart |
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And want a brand new start |
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To do that Jazz |
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Come on babe |
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Why don't we paint the town? |
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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 |
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But the piano's hot |
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It's just a noisy hall |
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Where there's a nightly brawl |
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And all |
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That |
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Jazz |
