Catherine Zeta Jones catherine zeta jones - chicago sountrack - all that jazz Lyrics

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 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!

(key change)

Fred Casely (Spoken):
Listen, your husband ain't home, is he?

Velma (Spoken):
No, her husband is not at home!

(laughter)

Velma (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 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, 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'd curdle!
If she'd hear her baby's queer for
All...that...jazz!

(Musical interlude)

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 where the gin is cold, but the piano is hot! It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl and
(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 cymbal sound)

Roxie (Spoken):
So that's it, huh, Fred?

Fred (Spoken):
Yeah, I'm afraid so, Roxie.

Roxie (Spoken):
Oh, Fred...

Girls (background):
Oh, Fred...

Fred (Spoken):
Yeah?

Roxie (Spoken):
Nobody walks out on me!

(Gunshot)

Fred (Spoken):
Sweetheart!

Roxie (Spoken):
Oh, don't 'sweetheart' me you son-of-a-b____!

(Two gunshots)

(Whoopee!)
(Hotcha!)
(Jazz!)

Roxie (Spoken):
I gotta pee!
Velma (Sung):
Oh I'm no one's wife, but
Oh I love my life and
All...that...Jazz!