. . . Let’s fall in love
From the 1928 musicomedy “Irene Bordoni in Paris”.
Words and music by Cole Porter.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
When the little Bluebird
Who has never said a word
Starts to sing, “Spring, spring”
When the little Bluebell
In the bottom of the dell
Starts to ring, “Ding, ding”
When the little blue clerk
In the middle of his work
Starts a tune to the moon up above
It is nature, that’s all
Simply telling us to fall in love
And that’s why
- Chinks do it, Japs do it
Up in Lapland, little laps do it
Let’s do it, Let’s fall in love
In Spain, the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Letts do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it; think of Siamese twins
Some Argentines without means do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love - Romantic sponges, they say, do it
Oysters down in oyster bay do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
Cold cape cod clams ‘gainst their wish do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though it shocks ’em I know
Why ask if shad do it?
Waiter, bring me shad roe
In shallow shoals English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
Sung here by Vancha March: