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Let's Do It
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Soundtrack
Let's Do It was released on January 1, 1972 by Masterworks Broadway as a part of the album Cowardy Custard (The Original Cast Recording)
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Release DateJanuary 1, 1972
LabelMasterworks Broadway
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Geoffrey Burridge
Geoffrey Burridge
Vocals
Jonathan Cecil
Jonathan Cecil
Vocals
Tudor Davies
Tudor Davies
Vocals
Peter Gale
Peter Gale
Vocals
John Moffat
John Moffat
Vocals
Derek Waring
Derek Waring
Vocals
Cowardy Custard Orchestra
Cowardy Custard Orchestra
Performer
John Burrows
John Burrows
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Cole Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Norman Newell
Norman Newell
Producer
Gil King
Gil King
Assistant Producer

Lyrics

Mister Irving Berlin often emphasizes sin in a charming way
Mister Coward, we know, wrote a song
Or two to show sex was here to stay
Richard Rogers, it's true, took a more romantic view
Of this sly biological urge
But it really was Cole who contrived to make the whole thing merge
He said that Belgians and Greeks do it
Nice young men who sell antiques do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Monkeys whenever you look do it
Aly Khan and King Farouk do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Louella Parsons can't quite do it
But she's so highly strung
Marlene might do it
But she looks far too young
Each man out there shooting crap does it
Davy Crockett in that dreadful cap does it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
All famous writers in swarms do it
Somerset and all the morns do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
The Brontes felt that they must do it
Ernest Hemingway could just do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
E. Allen Poe, ho-ho-ho, did it
But he did it in verse
H. Beecher Stowe did it
But she had to rehearse
Tennessee Williams, self-taught, does it
Kinsey with a deafening report does it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
In the spring of the year inhibitions
Disappear and our hearts beat high
We had better face facts: every gland that overacts has an alibi
For each bird and each bee, each slap-happy sappy tree
Each temptation that lures us along
Is just nature, L. Mann, merely singing us the same old song
In Texas some of the men do it
Others drill a hole and then do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
West Point cadets forming fours do it
People say all those Gabor's do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
My kith and kin more or less do it
Every uncle and aunt, but I confess to it
I've one cousin that can't
Teenagers squeezed into jeans do it
Probably we'll live to see machines do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Each baby bat after dark does it
In the desert Wilbur Clark does it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
We're told that every hormone does it
Victor Borge all alone does it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Each tiny clam you consume does it
Even Liberace, we assume, does it
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Written by: Cole Porter
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