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FICHIER SON
I love your life ...
ALL THAT JAZZ
"Come on,
babe
Why dont we
paint the town?
And all that
jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
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
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 Dipp
Is gonna
blow the blues
And all that
jazz
Hold on,
hon'
We're gonna
bunny hug
I bought
some asprin
Down at
United Drug
In case you shake apart
In case you shake apart
And wanna
brand new start
To do that
jazz
Find a glass
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 betcha
lucky Lindy never flew so high
'Cause in the stratosphere
'Cause in the stratosphere
How could he
lend an ear
To all that
jazz?
Oh, you're gonna see you 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
Come on, babe
Why dont we
paint the town?
And all that
jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
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
It's just a noisy hall
Where
there's a nightly brawl
And all that
jazz
No, I'm no
one's wife
But, oh, I
love my life
And all that
jazz
That jazz"
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