ALL THAT JAZZ

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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!





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 -



Velma & Company:

Jazz!



Company:

Skidoo!



Velma:

And All That Jazz



Company:

Hotcha!

Whoopee!



Velma:

And All That Jazz



Company:

Hah! Hah! Hah!



Velma:

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl



All:

And all that Jazz



(Fred Casely and Roxie Hart enter)



Fred:

Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?

Velma:

No, her husband is not at home!

Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose



Company:

And All That Jazz!



Velma:

Right up here

Is where I store the juice



Company:

And All That Jazz!



Velma:

Come on babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I bet you lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To All That Jazz



Company:

Oh, you're gonna see her sheba shimmy shake



Velma:

And All That Jazz!



Company:

Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break



Velma:

And All That Jazz



Company:

Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's blood is curdle

If she'd hear

Her baby's queer

For All That Jazz!



Velma: Company:

And All That Jazz!

Come on, Babe Oh, you're gonna see

Why don't we paint Your

The town? Sheba

And All That Jazz Shimmy shake

And All That Jazz!



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. Curdle

It's just a noisy hall If she'd hear

Where there's a nightly brawl Her baby's queer

And All That Jazz! For All That Jazz!



Roxie:

So, that's it, huh Fred?

Fred:

Yeah, I'm afraid so Roxie.

Roxie:

Oh, Fred...

Girls:

Oh, Fred...

Fred:

Yeah?

Roxie:

Nobody walks out on me.



(Roxie shoots him.)



Fred:

Sweetheart -

Roxie:

Oh, don't "sweetheart" me, you son-of-a-bitch!



(Roxie shoots him again. Fred dies.)



Company:

Hotcha!

Whoopee!

Jazz!

Roxie:

Oh, I gotta pee.



(Roxie exits.)



Velma:

No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

And All That Jazz!



Company:

That Jazz!