Anything Goes - John Barrowman

In olden days a glimpse of stocking

Was looked on as something shocking

But now, God knows

Anything goes

Good authors too

Who once knew better words

Now only use four letter words

Writing prose, anything goes

The world has gone mad today

And good’s bad today

And black’s white today

And day’s night today

And most guys today

That women prize today

Are just silly gigolos

And though I’m not a great romancer

I know that you’re bound to answer

When I propose, anything goes

When Grand mama whose age is eighty

In night clubs is getting matey with gigolos

Anything goes

When mothers pack and leave poor father

Because they decide they’d rather be tennis pros

Anything goes

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 indulging in Torchwwod parties in studios

Anything goes

Anything, anything, anything

Anything goes

Anything goes, whoo

Torchwood, yeah