Let's Do It - Cole Porter; Noel Coward Songtext
von Noël Coward

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!