ALL THAT JAZZ

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 & Co:
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:
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

All:
AND ALL THAT JAZZ

Velma:
RIGHT UP HERE
IS WHERE I STORE THE JUICE

All:
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 YOUR 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'D CURDLE
IF SHE'D HEAR
HER BABY'S QUEER
FOR ALL THAT JAZ

Velma:
AND ALL THAT JAZZ
COME ONE 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
she's gonna shimmy
ROUGE MY KNEES
'till her garters
AND ROLL MY
break
STOCKINGS DOWN
and all that jazz
AND ALL THAT JAZZ

START THE CAR
show her where to
I KNOW A WHOOPEE POT
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:
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

Velma:
NO I'M NO ONE WIFE
BUT OH I LOVE MY LIFE
AND ALL THAT JAZZ

Company:
THAT JAZZ!