A Song For Our Times

I just came across this track.

Check out some of these scandalous lyrics. Isn’t this a perfect description of today’s licentious cultural cesspool?

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
And good’s bad today,
And black’s white today,
And 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 I’m bound to answer
When you propose,
Anything goes

When grandmama whose age is eighty
In night clubs is getting matey with gigolo’s,
Anything Goes.

When mothers pack and leave poor father
Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros,
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!
When every night,
The set that’s smart
Is intruding in nudist parties in studios,
Anything Goes.

If saying your prayers you like,
If green pears you like
If old chairs you like,
If back stairs you like,
If love affairs you like
With young bears* you like,
Why nobody will oppose!

*are bears like cougars in this instance?

This just shows how far American values have fallen since before the 60’s. You’d never seen a dignified performer like Frank Sinatra schlepping this dreck.

I looked up the plot of the show:

“The story concerns madcap antics aboard an ocean liner bound from New York to London. Billy Crocker is a stowaway in love with heiress Hope Harcourt, who is engaged to Lord Evelyn Oakleigh.”

Sounds like a ripoff of Titanic. Isn’t anyone original anymore?

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6 responses to “A Song For Our Times

  1. detinennui32

    But come on, Badger. You gotta admit the lyrics are clever as hell.

    All kidding aside, the lyricist was prescient. Our current cultural cesspool is even worse than these lyrics describe. Case in point: I was a college student in the late 1980s at a mid-sized midwestern university. This was the era of big hair, denim miniskirts, CFM boots/pumps and layered blouses. But you never saw cleavage and the dress was modest (except for the miniskirts).

    (The hair was king. Girls purchased AquaNet by the case back then. You couldn’t even smoke around some of them – they’d have gone up in flames.)

    Now, you can see cleavage and more — exposed thongs, Daisy Dukes, bras, skintight shirts, etc. (many times on some, ahem, generously proportioned ladies who, uh, really should NOT be wearing them). Nothing’s left to the imagination. Cleavage, skin baring and tight clothing are even now considered acceptable business attire.

  2. Bob

    It’s a Cole Porter musical that debuted in 1934.

    People have complained about loose modern morals since they drew those filthy pictures on cave walls.

  3. Just checked Wikipedia. The song was composed in 1934, by Cole Porter. And Sinatra did sing it, in 1956.

    It was referring back to the roaring, pre crash 1920s, in the middle of the depression.

    The 1988 show was a revival. The older versions are nastier, perhaps better. Try this one http://youtu.be/P5wcLl13a8s

  4. This one’s always been my fave:

  5. Pingback: Regarding This Morning’s “Anything Goes” Post | The Badger Hut

  6. Of course, Porter was busy banging his male leads during the time this was written, so he was quite familiar with shocking others. He’s also one of my favorite composers in general– witty, great melodies, and fun.

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