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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Catherine Zeta-Jones
Vocals
Renée Zellweger
Vocals
Taye Diggs
Vocals
Paul Bogaev
Conductor
Jocelyn Dowling
Chorus
Perry Cavari
Drums
Tara Nicole
Chorus
Roxanne Barlow
Chorus
Mitch Dalton
Guitar
Audrey Martells
Chorus
David Hartley
Piano
Nicky Richards
Chorus
Margaret Dorn
Chorus
Sara Ramirez
Chorus
Capathia Jenkins
Chorus
Laura Dean
Chorus
Desmond Richardson
Chorus
Jamie Talbot
Clarinet
Stan Saltzman
Tenor Saxophone
Alan Barnes
Clarinet
Joe Pizzi
Chorus
Scott Fowler
Chorus
Robert Montano
Chorus
Harrison Beal
Chorus
Jeff Siebert
Chorus
Cleve Asbury
Chorus
Darren Lee
Chorus
Rick Negron
Chorus
Eric Troyer
Chorus
Dennis Collins
Chorus
Darius de Haas
Chorus
Willie Falk
Chorus
Capathia Jenkins
Chorus
Curtis King Jr.
Chorus
Derek Roy Watkins
Trumpet
Fonzie Thornton
Chorus
Gary Kettel
Percussion
Jeff Saver
Piano
Jim Sapporito
Percussion
John Beal
Bass
Keith O'Quinn
Trombone
Larry Farrell
Trombone
Mary Ann Lamb
Chorus
Mya Harrison
Vocals
Owen Slade
Tuba
Paul Morgan
Double Bass
Pete Beachill
Tenor Trombone
Ray Swinfield
Clarinet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kander
Composer
Fred Ebb
Lyrics
Paul Bogaev
Vocal Arranger
Ric Wake
Vocal Arranger
Doug Besterman
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ric Wake
Soundtrack Producer
Randy Spendlove
Soundtrack Producer
Marc Russell
Assistant Producer
Dan Hetzel
Mixing Engineer
Dave Scheuer
Recording Engineer
Dennis Sands
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Greg Lawson
Producer
Gustavo Celis
Recording Engineer
Jim Annunziato
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joel Moss
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Five, six, seven, eight
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 just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
And all that jazz
Skidoo
And all that jazz
Hotcha
Whoopee
And all that jazz
Slick your hair and wear your buckle shoes
And all that jazz
I hear that Father 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 playin' 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
'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 'til her garters break
And all that jazz
Show her where to park her girdle
Oh, her mother's blood'll 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?
(Oh, you're gonna see your Sheba shimmy shake)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down
(Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'til her garters break)
And all that jazz (and all that jazz)
Start the car, I know a whoopee spot
(Show her where to park her girdle)
Where the gin is cold but the piano's hot
(Oh, her mother's blood will curdle)
It's just a noisy hall, where there's a nightly brawl
(If she'd hear her baby's queer)
And all that jazz
No, I'm no one's wife
But oh, I love my life
And all that jazz
That jazz
Writer(s): John Kander
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