Chorus 1: In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven 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
When most guys today
That women prize today are just silly gigolos
So though I’m not a great romancer,
I know that you’re bound to answer
When I propose, anything goes
Chorus 2: When Grand-mama, whose age is eighty,
In nightclubs is getting matey with gigolos, anything goes.
When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,
If driving fast cars you like, if low bars you like,
If old hymns you like, if bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose.
When ev’ry night the set that’s smart is
Intruding in nudist parties in studios, anything goes.