Текст песни Catherine Zeta feat. Jones Ren - Overture And All That Jazz
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Five, six, seven, eight Come on babe, Why don’t we paint the town? And all that jazz I'm gonna rogue my knees And roll my stockings down And all that jazz Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where all 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! (Skidoo) And all that jazz (Hot-cha!) (Whoopee!) And all that jazz Slick you hair and Wear your buckle shoes And all that jazz I hear that farther 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... JAZZ! Find a flask We're playing fast and loose And all that jazz Right up here is where I store the juice And all that jazz Come on babe We're gonna brush the sky I betcha lucky Lindy Never flew so high Cuz 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 (If she'd hear her baby's queer) For all... that... jazz! All... that... jazz! Come on babe Why don't we paint the town And all that jazz I'm gonna rouge my knees And wear 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! No, I'm no one's wife But, oh I love my life And all that jazz! That Jazz! Пять, шесть, семь, восемь… Давай, детка, Почему бы нам не зажечь город? И все это – джаз. Я собираюсь показать коленки И спустить свои чулочки вниз, И все это – джаз. Заводи машину, Я знаю клевое местечко, Где джин всегда холодный, А пианино горячее. Это лишь шумный зал, Где бывают ночные драки, И все… это… джаз! (Вот это да!) И весь этот джаз. (Хороша!) (Ого-го!) И все это — джаз! Пригладь волосы и Одень свои ботинки с пряжками, Ведь все это – джаз! Я слышу, твое глубокое погружение Происходит под удары блюза. И все это – джаз! Держись, эй, Мы крепко обнимемся. Я купила аспирин, Понизить общий наркотик, На случай, если ты разваливаешься на части, И хочешь абсолютно заново Заняться… этим… джазом! Найди бутыль, Мы играем быстро и свободно, И все это – джаз. Вплоть до того, как Я припасу выпивку, И все это – джаз. Давай, детка Мы почистим небо. Держу пари – счастливчик Линди Никогда не взлетал так высоко, Потому что в стратосфере, Как он может слушать Весь этот джаз? О, ты увидишь, Твоя чувиха отплясывает шейк, И все это – джаз, О, она будет отплясывать пока Подвязки не лопнут, И все это – джаз, Покажи ей, где оставить корсет. О, кровь ее матери свернется, (Если бы она поняла ее детские шалости) От всего этого… джаза! Все это – джаз! Давай, детка, Почему бы нам не зажечь город? И все это – джаз. Я собираюсь показать коленки, И спустить свои чулочки вниз, И все это – джаз. Заводи машину, Я знаю клевое местечко, Где джин всегда холодный, А пианино горячее. Это лишь шумный зал, Где бывают ночные драки, И все… это… джаз! Нет, я никому не жена, Но, да, я люблю свою жизнь, И весь этот джаз! Этот джаз! |
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Five, six, seven, eight
Come on babe,
Why do not we paint the town?
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rogue my knees
And roll my stockings down
And all that jazz
Start the car
I know a whoopee spot
Where all 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!
(Skidoo)
And all that jazz
(Hot-cha!)
(Whoopee!)
And all that jazz
Slick you hair and
Wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that farther 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 ... JAZZ!
Find a flask
We're playing fast and loose
And all that jazz
Right up here is where
I store the juice
And all that jazz
Come on babe
We're gonna brush the sky
I betcha lucky Lindy
Never flew so high
Cuz 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
(If she'd hear her baby's queer)
For all ... that ... jazz!
All ... that ... jazz!
Come on babe
Why do not we paint the town
And all that jazz
I'm gonna rouge my knees
And wear 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!
No, I'm no one's wife
But, oh I love my life
And all that jazz!
That Jazz!
Five, six, seven, eight ...
Come on, baby,
Why do not we light the city?
And all this - jazz.
I'm going to show my knees
And pull your stockings down
And all this - jazz.
Start the car,
I know a cool place,
Where the gin is always cold,
A piano is hot.
This is just a noisy hall,
Where are the night fighting,
And yet ... it ... jazz!
(Wow!)
And all that jazz.
(Good!)
(Hoo!)
And all this - jazz!
His hair and
Dress up your shoes with buckles,
After all - jazz!
I hear your deep dive
Occurs under the blows of the blues.
And all this - jazz!
Hold on, hey,
We firmly hug.
I bought aspirin,
Lower overall drug
In case you're falling apart,
And you want to completely re
... Do this ... jazz!
Find bottle
We play fast and loose,
And all this - jazz.
Until before
I drink supplies,
And all this - jazz.
Come on, baby
We will clean the sky.
I bet - lucky Lindy
Never get so high,
Because in the stratosphere
How can he listen
All That Jazz?
Oh, you see,
Your chuvikhi shake like mad,
And all this - jazz,
Oh, she is to dance until
Garter not crash,
And all this - jazz,
Show her where to park the corset.
Oh, the blood curdle her mother,
(If she knew her childish pranks)
From all that jazz ...!
All this - jazz!
Come on, baby,
Why do not we light the city?
And all this - jazz.
I'm going to show my knees,
And pull your stockings down
And all this - jazz.
Start the car,
I know a cool place,
Where the gin is always cold,
A piano is hot.
This is just a noisy hall,
Where are the night fighting,
And yet ... it ... jazz!
No, I'm nobody's wife,
But, yes, I love my life,
And all that jazz!
That Jazz!
