The horse and buggy has had its day The trolley has passed away The bicycle built for two is gone But sex, S-E-X, marches on The town is crowded with gentlemen Who'll never be rich again They're putting their overcoats in pawn But sex, S-E-X, marches on The opera can't make money at the Met And no one gives a hoot But Billy Rose made a million dollars net Out of a tank and a one-piece bathing suit The moon looks down from among the stars Where lovers are parked in cars And couples make whoopee on your lawn While sex, S-E-X, marches on Glasses across the table Drink till the break of dawn Drink to Lamarr and Betty Grable Long may their oomph march on And here's to Sheridan To Garbo And to Dietrich And to Crawford And the others on the coast Here's to Hollywood for sex marches on And that's where it marches on the most This may be yours and my day But we will soon be gone Ten thousand kids were born last Friday Sex marches on Sex, S-E-X, marches on Glasses across the table Drink till the break of dawn To Robert Taylor and Clark Gable Long may their oomph march on And here's to beauty shops To lip rouge And mascara And to perfume that is worth its weight in gold Times are terrible but sex marches on And ten million girdles have been sold Fill up your empty glasses Drink till the last drop's gone Grandfather's old but still makes passes Sex marches on Sex, S-E-X, marches on Washington grinds its axes Incomes will soon be gone Ladies of leisure don't pay taxes Sex marches on Sex, S-E-X, marches on
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