c'mon babe..Why don't we paint the town?, and all that jazz...

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, hun
We're gonna bunny hug
I bought some aspirin
Down at United Drug
In case we shake apart
And want a brand new start
To do that Jazz

- Chicago