Tekst en muziek: Cole Porter
(1956)
Frank: I have heard, among this clan
You are called the forgotten man
Bing: Is that what they’re saying
Well, did you evah
What a swell party this is
And have you heard the story of
A boy, a girl, unrequited love
Sounds like pure soap opera
I may cry. Tune in tomorrow
What a swell party this is
What frails, what frocks
What broads
What furs, what rocks
They’re beautiful
Why, I’ve never seen such gayety
Neither did I
It’s all just too
Too risque really
This French champagne, domestic
So good for the brain
That’s what I was going to say
You know you’re a brilliant fellow
Thank you. Pick up, Jack
Please, don’t eat that glass, my friend
Have you heard, about dear Blanche
Got run down by an avalanche. No
Don’t worry, she’s a game girl, you know
Got up and finished fourth
The kids got guts. Having a nice time
Grab a line
Have you heard that
Mimsie Starr, oh, what now
She got pinched in the Astor Bar
Sauced again, eh. She was stoned
Well, did you evah? Never
What a swell party this is
It’s great, ah, it’s great
It’s grand, so grand
It’s wonderland
La la la la......
We sing, we sing
So rare, too rare
Like old camembert
Like baba au rhum, ba, ba, ba, bum
Don’t dig that kind of crooning, chum
Have you heard, it’s in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah
What a swell party, a swell party
A swellagant, elegant party this is
I drink to your health
Naw, let’s drink to your wealth
You’re my bon ami
Hey, that’s French
A liberty fraternity
Have you heard, it’s in the stars
Next July we collide with Mars
Well, did you evah
What a swell party, swell party
Swellagant, elegant party this is