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 they 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 is night today When most guys today And women prize today are just silly gigolos So though I'm not a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer When I propose Anything goes When mothers pack and leave poor father 'Cause they've decided they'd rather be tennis pros Anything goes When Sam Goldwyn Can with great conviction Instruct Anna Sten, instruct her in diction Than Anna shows Anything goes Just think of those shocks you've got And those knocks you've got And those blues you've got From that news you got And those pains you got From those little radios So Mrs. R With all her trimming's Can broadcast a bed for old Simmons 'Cause Franklin, Franklin knows Anything goes You could wear your livers to the disco Anything goes