Come on babe why don't we paint the town
and all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
and role my stockings down,
and all that jazz
start the car I know a whoopee spot
where the gin is cold but the pianos hot
its just a noisy hall
where theres a nightly brawl
and all that jazz
Slick you hair
And wear you buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I heat 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
In case you shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that-
Jazz.
Skidoo