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virtuosi,
known as "hipsters" to the trade,
wish to show you now
Precisely how
Jazz music is made.

Take some skins,
Jazz begins,
Take a bass
Steady
can't believe my ears
Jazz police are looking through my folders
Jazz police are talking to my niece
Jazz police have got their final orders
Jazzer,
Feels like I'm walkin' across the sky
Gettin' high
On Bass Head Jazz
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz

Sattamassagana for Jimmy
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
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 house of 
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of 
Come into the house of 
Come into the house of jazz, yes

Ball stripper
Big tipper
He was a canvas back'd scatter brain from jazz street
He had a 65 chevy and and a surfer shirt full a parakeets
It's a dead-end road by Love Canal
I want to be a jazz guy
And play the greatest American music
I want to be a jazz guy
And play the greatest American music

I want to learn all
close my eyes, and look at him,
Victor should have been a jazz musician, 
I said to myself, Victor should have been a jazz musician,

I looked at his
Io sono un ballerino di jazz
Io sono un ballerino di jazz
Io sono un ballerino di jazz
Io sono un ballerino di
Sono un ballerino
Passo le mie
Victoria
'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellers found a new kind of music
And they decided to call it...jazz,
No
Jazz
Fire eating drag-queens dressed as society whores
Crazy two timing bitches running round
Ghetto blasting blasters, blasting magnificently
And I would like to play a
Little tune I just composed not so long ago
Ms. Billie Holiday
Byrd?
The music called Jazz

It's roots are in the sounds
Come on, babe
Why dont 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
Victoria
'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellers found a new kind of music
And they decided to call it, jazz,
No other
Then a guitarist and a bass player 
Read some notes off a music page 
And added a little bit of jazz 
A sound that never seems to age
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
I'm in love with you
And all that jazz
You're my dream come true
And all that jazz
Baby, you're too much
You've got the skin I love to touch
A little jazz is just a bit of this and that
Sometimes we sing, sometimes we play, sometimes we scat
But most of all it's how you feel about
A thousand times before
Just more more
More of that jazz
More no more of that jazz
Give me no more
No more of that jazz

Only football gives us thrills
Hello Central give me Doctor Jazz
He`s got what I need, I`ll say he has
When the world goes wrong and I`ve got the blues
He`s the guy who makes me
Jazz was a yellow dog
Walking in a red town, black town
Jazz was a yellow dog
Walking in a red town, black town
There, you're in a misty wagon
Come on babe, why don't we paint the town, and all that Jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockin's down
And all that Jazz
Start the car,
'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellers found a new kind of music.
An' they decided to call it
Jazz!

No other sound

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