Time has changed,
and we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got the shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock,
if today, any shock they
should try to stamp,
Instead of landing on Ply
mouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them,
in olden days.
A glimpse of stocking wasn't absorbed,
or something shocking,
but now God knows,
anything goes.
Good au thors, too,
who once knew better words,
now only use four -letter words,
writing prose, anything goes
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 every night the
sets and smarties
intruding at nudist parties in studios,
anything goes.
When Mrs. Ned McLean, God bless her,
can get Russian Red to yes her,
then I suppose,
anything goes.
When Rockefellers still can
hoard enough money
to let Matt Gordon pro
duce his show,
anything goes.
The world has gone mad today,
and good's bad today,
and black's white today,
and day's night today,
and that gent today,
you gave a cent today,
once had several chateaux.
When folks who still
can ride in jitneys
find out that the Wilson Whitney's
lack baby clothes,
anything goes.
When Sam Goldwyn can,
with great conviction,
instruct Anna Sten in diction,
then Anna shows,
anything goes.
When you hear that lady
Mendel standing up,
now does a handspring landing
up on her toes.
Anything goes.
Just think of those shocks you've got,
and those knocks you've got,
and those blues you've got,
from those news you've got,
and those pains you've got,
if any brains you've got
from those little radios.
So Mr s. R, with all her trimmings,
can broadcast the bed from Stimmings,
cause Franklin knows,
anything goes.