In the corner of a bar a fat man sweats with a fistful of Dirty Dollars

Well 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 Monroe

For fame she longs that shining prize to be the star of a movie show.



All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz

Keeps them moving on

All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz.



By a pinball machine a young man runs his fingers through his hair

On 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 trade

She'd give the world, kneel down and pray, to be the star of a broadway stage.



All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz

Keeps them moving on

All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz



They just float around in that tinseltown

Ride the breeze that may blow to stardom

Famous party nites was my smile alright

Shake those hands that may guide their fortune

There in the game where the strongest will survive

The weak fall by the wayside



All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz

Keeps them moving on

Keeps them moving on



(Repeat To Fade)





Submitted by Michael Hack