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Anything Goes
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eileen Rodgers
Eileen Rodgers
Vocals
Anything Goes Ensemble (1987)
Anything Goes Ensemble (1987)
Vocals
Anything Goes Orchestra (1962)
Anything Goes Orchestra (1962)
Performer
Lawrence Kasha
Lawrence Kasha
Conductor
Julian Stein
Julian Stein
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Cole Porter
Composer
Lawrence Kasha
Lawrence Kasha
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gene Andrewski
Gene Andrewski
Producer
Jane Friedlander
Jane Friedlander
Producer
Michael Parver
Michael Parver
Producer
James Foglesong
James Foglesong
Producer

Tekst Utworu

Times have changed And we've often rewound the clock Since the Puritans got a shock When they landed on Plymouth Rock. But today Any shock they should try to stem 'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock would land on them. In olden days, a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking. But now, God knows, Anything goes. Good authors too who once knew better words Now only use four-letter words Writing prose. Anything goes. The world has gone mad today, And good's bad today, And black's white today, And day's night today, And most guys today, That women prize today, Are silly gigolos. So though I'm not a great romancer, I know that you're bound to answer, When I propose, Anything goes. When Grandmama, who's age is eighty, In night clubs' is getting matey with gigolos, Anything goes. When mothers' pack and leave poor father, Because they've desided they'd rather be tennis pros, Anything goes. If driving fast cars you like, If low bars you like, If bare limbs you like, If Mae West you like, Or me undressed you like, To molest tonight, Nobody will oppose. When ev"ry night the set that"s smart is in- Truding at nudist parties in Studios. Anything goes. (Dance break) Just think of what shots you've got, And what knots you've got, And what booze you've got, With that news you've got, And what names you've got, If any brains you've got, From those little radios. They think he's gangster number one So they've made him the favorite sub, And that goes to show, Anything goes, Anything, anything, anything, Goes.
Writer(s): Cole Porter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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