Well, Did You Ever?     Cole Porter, High Society, Frank Sinatra and Bing Crosby, Robbie Williams and Jon Lovitz

I have heard among this clan, you are called the forgotten man.
(Is that what they’re saying?
Well did you ever! What a swell party this is.)
And have you heard the story of a boy, a girl, unrequited love?
(Sounds like your soap opera,) I may cry,
(Tune in tomorrow. What a swell party this is.)

(What frails, what frocks,) What broads, (what pearls, what rocks,)
they’re bootiful.
(I’ve never seen such gaiety) Neither have I.
(It’s all just too, too risqué really.)
This French champagne, (domestic,) so good for the brain.
That’s what I was gonna say.
(You know you’re a brilliant fellow?)
Why thank you.
(Pick it up, Jack, oh please don’t eat the glass, my friend.)

(Have you heard about dear Blanche?
Got run down by an avalanche,) No!
(Oh, don’t worry, she’s a game girl you know, got up and finished 4th.)
The kid’s got guts. (Having a nice time? Grab a line.)
Have you heard that Mimsy Star.
(Oh, what now?)
She got pinched in the Astra bar.
(Slushed again, ey?)
She was stoned.
(Well did you ever,) never.
What a swell party this is.

Hey check out that dress!
(Aah, that’s a lovely dress,
do you think I could talk her out of it?)
It’s great, (ah, it’s great,)
so grand, (so grand,)
this wohohohohohohowonderland.
La la, la la, la la, la la...
   
(We sing,) oh we sing,
(so real,) so real like old camembert,
Like ba, ba rum, 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 ever.
What a swell party, a swell party,
a swellegant, elegant party this is.


Instrumental

Coda
(I drink to your health.)
Naah, 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 ever.
What a swell party, swell party,
swellegant, elegant party this is...