| Oh, it really wasn’t my intention | 
| To disregard convention | 
| It was just an impulse | 
| That had to be obeyed | 
| Beacon Hill behavior we’ve been scorning | 
| But I’ll still not go in mourning | 
| Though my reputation | 
| Is blemished, I’m afraid | 
| What’s done is done | 
| But wasn’t, and isn’t it, fun | 
| Honestly, I thought you wouldn’t | 
| Naturally, you thought you couldn’t | 
| And probably we shouldn’t | 
| But aren’t you kind of glad we did? | 
| Actually, it all was blameless | 
| (of course it was) | 
| Nevertheless, they’ll call it shameless | 
| (I suppose) | 
| So the lady shall be nameless | 
| (thank you) | 
| But aren’t you kind of glad we did? | 
| Socially, you’ll be an outcast | 
| Obviously, we dined alone | 
| On your good name there will be doubt cast | 
| With never a sign of any chaperone | 
| No matter how they may construe it | 
| (it'll be the wrong way) | 
| Whether or not, we have to rue it | 
| (we will) | 
| Whatever made us do it | 
| Say, aren’t you kind of glad we did? | 
| Honestly, I thought I couldn’t | 
| Naturally, I thought I wouldn’t | 
| And probably I shouldn’t | 
| But aren’t you kind of glad we did? | 
| Dinner was quite above suspicion | 
| Milk in the glasses when they’d clink | 
| Listening to a tired musician | 
| But what is it Mrs. Grundy’s going to think? | 
| That I’m a bounder, a rounder, a cad, a Boston blighter | 
| When speaking of me, she’ll be no politer | 
| Oh let’s turn to something brighter | 
| Whatever we did, we’re glad we did |