Let’s Do It

. . . 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

  1. 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
  2. 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: