Take me away from this horrible party And let me get home to Mother Don't make me stay at this horrible party And I'll never go to another
People are shedding their inhibitions and their clothes Many are sprawled on divans painting each other's toes Everyone seems to be stuffing something up his nose A player piano is tinkling "Anything Goes" again and again
Deliver me from this horrible party And I will give you some money Why, why are we at this horrible party? And I don't see what's so funny
Here in the darkness known hitherto only to moles People are using the slang they picked up from the proles Everyone's finding new uses for muffs and mink stoles And "Anything Goes" goes again, how they know all the roles
Some plastic surgeon's done horrible things to poor Jane Making her terrifically popular, men are insane "Anything goes" is the motto and endless refrain My dear, it was heaven until they ran out of champagneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
