A caminho de casa...

...distraí-me só um pedaaaaacinhoooooo a cantar...

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 cold
But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall
Where there's a nightly brawl
And all
That
Jazz

... e o abusado do radar piscou-me o olho!