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  2. Chicago - All That Jazz Lyrics - SONGLYRICS.com

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    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.

  3. Chicago The Musical – All That Jazz lyrics

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    Chicago The Musical - All That Jazz lyrics: Velma. C'mon babe Why don't we paint the town? And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And ro ...

  4. [VELMA]Come on, babeWhy don't we paint the town?And all that jazzI'm gonna rouge my kneesAnd roll my stockings downAnd all that jazzStart the carI know a who...

  5. Official video for "All That Jazz" from Chicago The Musical celebrating 21 years on Broadway! For tickets visit: ChicagoTheMusical.comFeaturing: Amra-Faye Wr...

  6. All That Jazz Lyrics by Chicago The Musical - Lyrics On Demand

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    All That Jazz Lyrics. Velma. C'mon 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! Slick you hair.

  7. John Kander - All That Jazz Lyrics | Lyrics.com

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    All That Jazz Lyrics by John Kander from the An Evening with John Kander & Fred Ebb album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: C'mon babe Why don't we paint the town? And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And roll my stockings down An…

  8. Chicago The Musical - All That Jazz Lyrics - SONGLYRICS.com

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    I'm gonna rouge my knees. And roll my stockings down. And all that jazz. Start the car. I know a whopee spot. Where the gin is cold. But the piano's hot. It's just a noisy hall. Where there's a nightly brawl.