This is the title song from the musical Anything Goes, by Cole Porter (1934). This rendition was performed by Porter, whose vocal and piano track from 1934 was backed with a new recording of the backing music by Vince Giordano and the Nighthawks in 2004, for the album It's De-Lovely - The Authentic Cole Porter Collection.
This musical was written in the depths of the 1930s U.S. depression. Millionaires had become penniless, but not everyone had - and everyone still loved thrilling entertainment.
Echoes from this musical can be heard in such places as the movies Blazing Saddles and Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Times have changed,
And we've often rewound the clock
Since the Puritans got a shock
When they landed on Plymouth Rock.
Any shock they should try to stem
'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock would land on them.
In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking,
But now, God knows,
Good authors, too, who once knew better words
Now only use four-letter words
If driving fast cars you like,
If low bars you like,
If old hymns you like,
If bare limbs you like,
If Mae West you like,
Or me undressed you like,
Why, nobody will oppose.
When every night, the set that's smart is intruding
In nudist parties
When Missus Ned McLean (God bless her)
Can get Russian reds to "yes" her,
Then I suppose
When Rockefeller still can hoard en-
Ough money to let Max Gordon
Produce his shows,
The world has gone mad today,
And good's bad today,
And black's white today,
And day's night today,
And that gent today
You gave a cent today
Once had several chateaux.
When folks who still can ride in Jitneys
Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys
Lack baby clo'es,
When Sam Goldwyn can with great conviction
Instruct Anna Sten in diction,
Then Anna shows
When you hear that Lady Mendl standing up
Now does a handspring landing up-
On her toes,
Just think of those shocks you've got,
And those knocks you've got,
And those blues you've got,
From those news you've got,
And those pains you've got,
If any brains you've got
From those little radios.
So Missus R., with all her trimmins,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons,
'Cause Franklin knows