In olden days, a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking But now God knows, anything goes Good authors, too, who once knew better words Now only use four-letter words Writing prose, anything goes The world has gone mad today, good's bad today Black's white today, day's night today When most guys today, that women prize today Are just silly gigolos And though I'm not a great romancer I know that you're bound to answer when I propose Anything goes When mothers pack and leave poor father Because they decide they'd rather be tennis pros Anything goes When grandmama, whose age is 80 In nightclubs is getting matey With gigolos 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 And every night the set that's smart Is indulging in nudist parties and studios Anything goes So though I'm not a great romancer I know that you're bound to answer when I propose Anything goes Anything goes Anything goes Anything goes