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!      [Dance break]      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 & Company:   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 Casely and Roxie Hart enter)      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       Company:   And All That Jazz!      Velma:   Right up here    Is where I store the juice      Company:   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 her 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 is curdle   If she'd hear   Her baby's queer    For All That Jazz!      Velma: Company:   And All That Jazz!   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!      Roxie:   So, that's it, huh Fred?   Fred:   Yeah, 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.      (Roxie exits.)      Velma:   No, I'm no one's wife    But, oh, I love my life    And All That Jazz!      Company:   That Jazz!