“Let's Do It”
(a parody on Cole Porter
in 5 choruses)
(well, Noel Coward did it)
1.
White mice with rapturous
squeaks do it
Plumbers after plugging up
your leaks do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Great thinkers sit and ask
why do it
Often maiden aunties on the
sly do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
The penguins far out at sea
do it
They're so properly dressed
As Portnoy why didn't he do
it
He was very repressed
Fat fleas in feverish fits
do it
Television preachers at the
Ritz do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
2.
Some folks before shoes and
rice do it
Using every possible device do it
Using every possible device do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Marcel recalling past times
did it
Mariners while sucking on
their limes did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
What is Clark Kent on the
prowl for
When he's wearing his cape
And Batman puts on a cowl
for
A clandestine escape
A. Graham Bell on the phone
did it
Solemn Nietzsche sitting all
alone did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
3.
Poirot who's no Provencal
did it
Sweet Miss Marple
straightening her shawl did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Medieval monks just for Lent
did it
Hammerstein with lots of
sentiment did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Big bumble bees with such
class do it
When they're buzzing along
Rich T.V. preachers en masse
do it
To the clamoring throng
Hermaphrodites maybe twice
do it
People that you think are
very nice do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
4.
Old Johann Bach yessirree
did it
In between cantatas
constantly did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
The Barrymores and the Lunts
did it
Maybe God and Mary more than
once did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Some fussy prostitutes cuss
men
And give nothing away
Although some others like
busmen
Take a nice holiday
Soft pussy cats when they
must do it
William Buckley can but only
just do it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
5.
Great men in each former age
did it
Lady Chatterley on every
page did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Fat Santa Claus in the snow
does it
With all the little elves he
– ho, ho, ho does it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Miss Murdoch in every book
does it
And she's very profound
But Sherlock Holmes says one
look does it
If your logic is sound
And Casanova you bet did it
With absolutely everyone he
met did it
Let's do it
Let's fall in love
Rhymes
Everyone who writes in rhyme
Has to have a paradigm.
Whether it is a-b-a-b
(Consequently maybe baby),
Or whether it more loosely
lies,
For instance in “The
Bridge of Sighs”.
Or the pattern of the sonnet
(Which I cannot write dog
gone it!).
Sometimes rhymes are
repetitious
And occasionally vicious -
Oh, there's nothing so
invigorating as a little rape
By a motorcycle gang from
which you can't escape
With six or seven passersby
to stand around and gape.
Oh, there's nothing so
invigorating as a little rape.
Or it can be clever, smart
Like the rhymes of Larry
Hart -
I'll get brown and sunned
un-
Less this town is London.
Though in my flat I boil tea
And entertain like royalty,
My life is just a riddle.
Don't play upon your fiddle.
I won't hear its squeak,
My spirit's weak.
And though he did the Latin
Quarter,
Something can be said for
Porter -
In the apse
A couple of chaps
Will sing us a rhapsody.
Perhaps they'll get a fee.
You're the fruit
That is in my yogurt.
You're the suit
On a Humphrey Bogurt.
Rhymes were once the talk o'
fellers
Like the thrifty
Rockefellers.
I do not like the present
age.
Stupid poets think they're
sage.
And now at last it seems
betimes
The world will be fini with
rhymes.
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