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Nov 19, 2002 · (Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake) And all that jazz (And all that jazz) I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down (Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break) And...
Chicago - All That Jazz Lyrics. Come on, babe Why dont we paint the town? And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start th.
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.
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.
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'.
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
For all that jazz. All that jazz Come on, babe Why Don't we paint The town? And all that jazz And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz 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 ...
