Todas las noches sale el sol

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 coldbut the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawland all that jazz. Slick your hairand wear your buckle shoes and all that jazz. I hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues.