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In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of Dirty Dollars
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Well he pushed so far when he tried to bet like Newman in the Hustler.
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There's a baby blonde with cool blue eyes she wants to be Monroe
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For fame she longs that shining prize to be the star of a movie show.
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz
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Keeps them moving on
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz.
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By a pinball machine a young man runs his fingers through his hair
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On the silver screen he's seen James Dean fame he wants to share.
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There's a chorus girl works night and day she slaves to learn her trade
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She'd give the world, kneel down and pray, to be the star of a broadway stage.
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz
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Keeps them moving on
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz
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They just float around in that tinseltown
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Ride the breeze that may blow to stardom
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Famous party nites was my smile alright
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Shake those hands that may guide their fortune
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There in the game where the strongest will survive
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The weak fall by the wayside
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz
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Keeps them moving on
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All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz
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All That Jazz
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| Breathe |
