Come on babe, why don't we paint the town And on that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down And on 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 on that jazz Slick your hair and wear your bugle shoes And on that jazz I hear that Bob the Dipper's gonna blow the blues And on that jazz Hold on hon, 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 Oh, you're gonna see a shiver, shimmy, shake And on that jazz Oh, I'm gonna shimmy till my garters break And on that jazz Show me where to park my girdle Oh, my mother's bloody girdle If she'd hear her baby's queer For on that jazz Find a flask, we're playin' fast and loose And on that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice And on that jazz Come on babe, we're gonna brush the sky I bet you're lucky Linden ever blew so high Cause in the stratosphere I put a Linden's ear To all that jazz No, I'm no one's wife but Oh, I love my wife and All that jazz That jazz