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Iet's pick up the pace.

Let's make the parties Ionger,

the skirts shorter.

Let's aII go to heII

in a fast car and keep it hot!

[ Cheers and appIause ]

[ AppIause ]

[ Cheers ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Cheers, whistIing ]

Me and Roxie, we'd just Iike

to say thank you !

Thank you !

BeIieve us, we couId not

have done it without you !

And all

That

Jazz

That jazz

While truckin' down

the road of life

Although all hope

seems gone

l just move on

When l can't find

a single star

To hang my wish upon

l just move on

l move on

l run so fast

A shotgun blast

Can hurt me not one bit

l'm on my toes

'Cause heaven knows

A moving target's

hard to hit

So as we play an ice ballet

We're not the dying swan

We just move on

We move on

Just when it seems

We're out of dreams

And things

have got us down

We don't despair

We don't go there

We hang our bonnets

out of town

So there's no doubt

We're well cut out

To run life's marathon

We just move on

We just move on

So fleet of foot

We can't stay put

We just move on

Yes, we move on

Come on, babe,

why don't we paint the town

And all that jazz?

l'm gonna rouge my knees

and roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car,

l know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold,

but the piano's hot

lt's just a noisy hall

where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

Jazz

Find a flask,

we're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

is where l store the juice

And all that jazz

Come on, babe,

we're gonna brush the sky

l betcha Lucky Lindy

never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere,

how could he lend an ear

To all

That

Jazz?

Oh, you're gonna see

your 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

will curdle

lf she'd hear

her baby's queer

For all

That

Jazz

Come on, babe,

why don't we paint the town

And all that jazz?

l'm gonna rouge my knees

and roll my stockings down

And all that jazz

Start the car,

l know a whoopee spot

Where the gin is cold,

but the piano's hot

lt's just a noisy hall

where there's a nightly brawl

And all

That

Jazz

No, l'm no one's wife

But, oh, l love my life

And all

That

Jazz

That jazz

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