Baby, Let's Get Good
Oh, Osgood
You saved us all!
Anything for my Daphne-cita!
But before we marry, I need to tell you something
What is it, mi amor?
Well, to begin, I doubt your mother will ever approve of me
I have a terrible past
I smoke, I drink
Not nearly enough for her tastes, I assure you
I can never have children
We can adopt!
You don't understand—
Daphne, my dear ... I do understand
And I think you're perfect
Osgood, nobody's perfect
Well, that may be true
But Daphne's perfect for me
Osgood's perfect for you
Well, then, what is there to say except I do, I do!
Welcome to Daphnecita's, the hottest club in Los Angeles!
It's my pleasure to introduce our lady of libation
Sweet Sue and her Society Syncopators!
Tonight is a very special night, Osgood
Let's raise a glass of lawful liquor, my pets
For the twenty-first amendment has just been ratified
And that spells: the end of prohibition!
We've been bad for so long
Let's see if we can remember how to be good
Who needs flappers and bathtub gin?
To hell with The Depression, let the fun begin!
There's a band, all I need
For the kicks to kick in
Baby, let's get good!
For public enemy number one
The government just went and spoiled all his fun!
And though I'll really miss way the gates to heaven was gone
Baby, let's get good!
Well, they ended the party when they gave us permission
I know I shouldn't say it, but I'll miss prohibition!
We'll have to choose a Sunday kind of celebrating
The positive is what we'll now be accentuating
What are you thirsty for?
What are you thirsty for?
So keep your flappers and baths of gin
And go and tell the milkman that we'll give him a spin
Oh, but now and then, we'll break out some original sin
Baby, let's get good!
Yeah, who would've thought when we boarded that train
That all the lights in Hollywood would spell "Sugar Cane"!
Yes, MGM's calling
The band's been a-killing
And we can still be partners
Yeah, but who gets top-billing?
No more hiding the love we got
And now the time has come for us to tie the knot
Then we'll turn up the heat, because we like it hot
Yeah, things are looking as they should!
Baby (Baby)
Baby
Let's get good!
And when the curtain rises, every night
You'll be at my left
You'll be at my right
There's no hotter ending to display
And you can't have me
If you don't have us!
You saved us all!
Anything for my Daphne-cita!
But before we marry, I need to tell you something
What is it, mi amor?
Well, to begin, I doubt your mother will ever approve of me
I have a terrible past
I smoke, I drink
Not nearly enough for her tastes, I assure you
I can never have children
We can adopt!
You don't understand—
Daphne, my dear ... I do understand
And I think you're perfect
Osgood, nobody's perfect
Well, that may be true
But Daphne's perfect for me
Osgood's perfect for you
Well, then, what is there to say except I do, I do!
Welcome to Daphnecita's, the hottest club in Los Angeles!
It's my pleasure to introduce our lady of libation
Sweet Sue and her Society Syncopators!
Tonight is a very special night, Osgood
Let's raise a glass of lawful liquor, my pets
For the twenty-first amendment has just been ratified
And that spells: the end of prohibition!
We've been bad for so long
Let's see if we can remember how to be good
Who needs flappers and bathtub gin?
To hell with The Depression, let the fun begin!
There's a band, all I need
For the kicks to kick in
Baby, let's get good!
For public enemy number one
The government just went and spoiled all his fun!
And though I'll really miss way the gates to heaven was gone
Baby, let's get good!
Well, they ended the party when they gave us permission
I know I shouldn't say it, but I'll miss prohibition!
We'll have to choose a Sunday kind of celebrating
The positive is what we'll now be accentuating
What are you thirsty for?
What are you thirsty for?
So keep your flappers and baths of gin
And go and tell the milkman that we'll give him a spin
Oh, but now and then, we'll break out some original sin
Baby, let's get good!
Yeah, who would've thought when we boarded that train
That all the lights in Hollywood would spell "Sugar Cane"!
Yes, MGM's calling
The band's been a-killing
And we can still be partners
Yeah, but who gets top-billing?
No more hiding the love we got
And now the time has come for us to tie the knot
Then we'll turn up the heat, because we like it hot
Yeah, things are looking as they should!
Baby (Baby)
Baby
Let's get good!
And when the curtain rises, every night
You'll be at my left
You'll be at my right
There's no hotter ending to display
And you can't have me
If you don't have us!
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Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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