Breathe - All That Jazz Lyrics
In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of Dirty DollarsWell he pushed so far when he tried to bet like Newman in the Hustler.There's a baby blonde with cool blue eyes she wants to be MonroeFor fame she longs that shining prize to be the star of a movie show.All that jazz, that Hollywood jazzKeeps them moving onAll that jazz, that Hollywood jazz.By a pinball machine a young man runs his fingers through his hairOn the silver screen he's seen James Dean fame he wants to share.There's a chorus girl works night and day she slaves to learn her tradeShe'd give the world, kneel down and pray, to be the star of a broadway stage.All that jazz, that Hollywood jazzKeeps them moving onAll that jazz, that Hollywood jazzThey just float around in that tinseltownRide the breeze that may blow to stardomFamous party nites was my smile alrightShake those hands that may guide their fortuneThere in the game where the strongest will surviveThe weak fall by the waysideAll that jazz, that Hollywood jazzKeeps them moving onKeeps them moving on(Repeat To Fade)Submitted by Michael Hack
