CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : 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, 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
Skidoo!
And all that jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha! Ha! Ha!
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?
No, her husband is not at home
(sung)
Find a flask we're playing 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 bet you luck 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 '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
And all that jazz
Oh, you're gonna see
Come on, babe
(...)
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
I'm gonna
(...)
She's gonna shimmy
(...)
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 curdle (...)
But the piano's hot
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
###
So that's it, huh Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie
Oh, Fred... Oh, Fred
Yeah?
Nobody walks out on me
Sweetheart
Oh, don't "sweetheart" me, you son-of-a-b*t*h!
Hotcha! Whoopee! Jazz!
Oh, I gotta pee!
No, I'm no one's wife but
Oh, I love my life and all that jazz!
That jazz!
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
Jazz
Skidoo!
And all that jazz
Hotcha! Whoopee!
And all that jazz
Ha! Ha! Ha!
It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?
No, her husband is not at home
(sung)
Find a flask we're playing 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 bet you luck 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 '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
And all that jazz
Oh, you're gonna see
Come on, babe
(...)
And all that jazz
And all that jazz
I'm gonna
(...)
She's gonna shimmy
(...)
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 curdle (...)
But the piano's hot
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
###
So that's it, huh Fred?
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie
Oh, Fred... Oh, Fred
Yeah?
Nobody walks out on me
Sweetheart
Oh, don't "sweetheart" me, you son-of-a-b*t*h!
Hotcha! Whoopee! Jazz!
Oh, I gotta pee!
No, I'm no one's wife but
Oh, I love my life and all that jazz!
That jazz!
