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 justy a noisy hall Where there s a nightly brawl And all that jazz
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