In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of dirty dollars   Well, he pushed so far when he tried to bet like Newman in the Hustler   There's a baby blonde with cool blue eyes she wants to be Monroe   For fame she longs that shining prize to be the star of a movie show      All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz   Keeps them moving on   All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz      By a pinball machine a young man runs his fingers through his hair   On the silver screen he's seen James Dean fame he wants to share   There's a chorus girl works night and day she slaves to learn her trade   She'd give the world, kneel down and pray   To be the star of a Broadway stage      All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz   Keeps them moving on   All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz      They just float around in that Tinseltown   Ride the breeze that may blow to stardom   Famous party nights was my smile alright   Shake those hands that may guide their fortune   There in the game where the strongest will survive   The weak fall by the wayside      All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz   Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on      All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz   Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on      All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz   Keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on   ...