FEB 28c, singable satire (guest-lyricist Al Silver): "LET"S DO IT" (spoof of Cole Porter's original)

 PARODY-LYRICS: GUEST-ARTIST

ORIGINAL SONG: "Let's Do It" 1928, Cole Porter 

PARODY-LYRICS COMPOSED: Al Silver, 2013, used here with permission. Al had been a frequent contributor to the AmIRight song-parody website.

You can view Al's delightful lyrics along with some commentary (without images or chords)  displayed on that website at AmIRight.com Post "Let's Do It"

Check out our post on "Whole Foods" for another great parody by Al Silver.

Irene Bordoni,
 French chanteuse
star of Porter's musical
 "Paris", 1929

LET'S 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.