[velma]

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

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
We're 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!

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl

[all]

And all that jazz

[casely (spoken)]

Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?

[velma (spoken)]

No, her husband is not at home

Find a flask
We're 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
We're 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, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

[velma]

And all that jazz

[company]

Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break

[velma]

And all that jazz

[company]

Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle
If she'd hear her baby's queer
For all that jazz

[velma]

And all that jazz
Come on, babe
Why don't we paint
The town?
And all that jazz

[company]

Oh, you're gonna see
Your
Sheba
Shimmy shake
And all that jazz

[velma]

I'm gonna
Rouge my knees
And roll my
Stockings down
And all that jazz

[company]

Oh
She's 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 piano's hot
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz

[company]

Show her where to
Park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'd
Curdle
If she'd hear
Her baby's queer
For all that jazz

[roxie (spoken)]

So that's it, huh fred?

[casely (spoken)]

Yeah, I'm 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, don't "sweetheart" me,
You son-of-a-bitch!

[company]

Hotcha!
Whoopee!
Jazz!

[roxie (spoken)]

Oh, I gotta pee!

[velma]

No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh, I love my life
And all that jazz!

[company]
That jazz!