Sex Marches On
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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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