All That Jazz (Country Version) Lyrics

Five, six, seven, eight

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

Skidoo

And all that jazz

Hotcha

Whoopee

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

In case you shake apart and want a brand new start

To do that jazz

Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here is where I store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky

I betcha Lucky Lindy never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere, how could he lend an ear

To all that jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy-shake

And all that jazz

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

And all that jazz

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood'll curdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer

For all that jazz

All that jazz

Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?

(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 'til her garters break)

And all that jazz (and all that jazz)

Start the car, I know a whoopee spot

(Show her where to park her girdle)

Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot

(Oh, her mother's blood will curdle)

It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl

(If she'd hear her baby's queer)

And all that jazz

No, I'm no one's wife

But oh, I love my life

And all that jazz

That jazz