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