PARODY-LYRICS: GUEST-ARTIST
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Irene Bordoni, French chanteuse star of Porter's musical "Paris", 1929 |
LET US DO IT
(to the tune of "Let's Do It, Let's Fall in Love")
Birds do it, bees do it; White House interns on their knees do it;Let's do it, let's fall in love.
On grocery shelves Keebler elves do it; clergy praying by themselves do it;
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Insects in flight late at night do it, but they raise such a din.
Leno can't quite do it, 'cause he uses his chin.
Siegfried and Roy, boy on boy, do it; Quakers, with a minimum of joy, do it;
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Bums do it, champs do it; in a circuit volts and amps do it;
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Saddam Hussein, giving pain, did it; Mister Clinton down the drain did it;
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Old Errol Flynn, Rin Tin Tin do it, though they're both six feet deep.
Shepherds give in to it with a sensuous sheep.
It feels so fine, folks online do it. Missionaries, only when supine, do it;
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Hindus, reborn, do it; Gunga, clutching at a horn, blew it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
By golly, Bengalis all do it; tourists in the Taj Mahal do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
When time allows, sacred cows do it with a rapturous moo;
Jungle boys now do it, thanks to Mister Sabu.
While in Bombay, by the way, do it; if it's not untouchable, you may screw it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Cobras, with charm, do it; beggars laying down their alms do it
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The holy caste, while they fast, do it; Gandhi to the last did eschew it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Nehru (he's dead), it is said, did it, but here's something of note:
He'd go to bed fitted in eponymous coat.
And just for kicks turbaned Sikhs do it; population experts all say nix to it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love.