All That Jazz - Ute Lemper, Chicago Ensemble (London (1997)), Gareth Valentine

Come on babe, 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

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

Hotcha… Whoopee

And all that jazz

Slick your hair, and wear your buckle shoes

And all that jazz

I hear that Father Dipp 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?

Oh, you’re gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she’s gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother’s blood’ll curdle *

Did she hear, her baby’s queer*

For all… that… jazz!

No, I’m no one’s wife

But, oh I love my life

And all… that… jazz!

That jazz!