[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       [COMPANY]    Skidoo!       [VELMA]    And all that Jazz       [COMPANY]    Hotcha!    Whoopee!       [VELMA]    And all that Jazz       [COMPANY AND VELMA]    Ha! Ha! Ha!       [VELMA]    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-       [ROXIE]    Jazz       [VELMA]    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?       [VELMA]    Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake       [COMPANY]    And all that jazz       [VELMA]    Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break       [COMPANY]    And all that jazz       [VELMA]    Show her where to park her girdle    Oh, her mother's blood'd curdle       [COMPANY]    If she'd hear her baby's queer       [VELMA]    And all that jazz       And all that jazz       Velma: Company:   Come on,…. 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... Oh,   Rouge my knees..... She's gonna shimmy   And roll my.... 'Till her garters   Stockings down... Break    And All That Jazz... And All That Jazz      Start the car.... Show her where to    I know a whoopee spot.... 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!         [COMPANY]    jazz       [VELMA]    No, I'm no one's wife    But, Oh, I love my life    And all that Jazz!       [COMPANY AND VELMA]    That Jazz!