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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.
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.
All That Jazz Lyrics. Velma. C'mon 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 you hair.
All That Jazz Lyrics. 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! [Dance break]
Learn all the lyrics for the song 'All That Jazz' from the musical 'Chicago'.
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.
C'mon 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 you hair. And wear you buckle shoes.
I'm gonna Oh, Rouge my knees She's gonna shimmy And roll my 'Till her garters Stockings down Break And All That Jazz And All That Jazz Start the car Show her where to I know a whoopee spot Park her girdle Where the gin is cold Oh, her mother's blood'd But the piano's hot.
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! (Musical interlude) Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes. ...And all that jazz!
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 d curdle (If she d hear her baby s queer) For all, that, jazz! C mon 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
