Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Do It (Let's Fall in Love), artist - Noël Coward. Album song Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go out in the Midday Sun, in the genre Джаз
Date of issue: 19.05.2014
Record label: Suburban Squire
Song language: English
Let's Do It (Let's Fall in Love) |
Mr. Irving Berlin |
Often emphasizes sin |
In a charming way |
Mr. Coward we know |
Wrote a song or two to show |
Sex was here to stay |
Richard Rodgers 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 the 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 |
For 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 |
Our famous writers in swarms do it |
Somerset and all the Maughams 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. Allan 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 elle-meme |
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 Gabors 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! |