Cole Porter (1891 – 1964)
American composer and songwriter noted for his sophisticated lyrics, clever rhymes, and complex forms.
Relax for a moment my Jerry
Come out of your dark monastery
While Venus is beaming above.
Darling, let's talk about love.
The world admits bears in pits do it,
Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
You'd be so nice to come home to
You'd be so nice by the fire...
I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me why it should be true
That I get a kick out of you?
If you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs ...
Love for sale.
You'd be so nice,
You'd be paradise
To come home to and love.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
But now, Heaven knows,
Anything goes.
Too bad, I'm no poet,
I happen to know it, But anyway
Here's a roundelay
I wrote last night about you...
Good authors, too, who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
Writing prose —
Anything goes.
What moments divine, what rapture serene.
So kiss me Kate,
Thou lovely loon,
E'er we start on our honeymoon.
Oh, kiss me, Kate, Darling devil divine,
For now thou shall ever be mine.
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above.
Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
If you want a future, darling,
Why don't you get a past?
Wear the cap and the bells
And you'll rate all the great swells.
If you become a doctor, folks'll face you with dread.
If you become a dentist, they'll be glad when you're dead.
You get a bigger hand if you can stand on your head.
Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown.
You are my fav'rite star,
My haven in heaven above,
You are ev'rything I love.
They say that spring
Means just one thing
To little lovebirds.
We're not above birds,
Lets misbehave.
It must be fun to be you
And play with love as you do
To treat each new romance
As merely one more dance
Or just another book to glance through
It must be fun to acquire
Whatever heart you desire,
And when you're bored with it
To tear it in two,
It must be fun to be you.
Some get a kick from cocaine.
I'm sure that if
I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically, too,
Yet, I get a kick out of you.
They say that bears
Have love affairs
And even camels,
We're merely mammals
Let's misbehave.
In shallow shoals, English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it.