Cole Porter
Cole Porter
Cole Albert Porterwas an American composer and songwriter. Born to a wealthy family in Indiana, he defied the wishes of his domineering grandfather and took up music as a profession. Classically trained, he was drawn towards musical theatre. After a slow start, he began to achieve success in the 1920s, and by the 1930s he was one of the major songwriters for the Broadway musical stage. Unlike many successful Broadway composers, Porter wrote the lyrics, as well as the music,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionSongwriter
Date of Birth9 June 1891
CityPeru, IN
CountryUnited States of America
Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.
A slap and a tickle Is all that the fickle Male Ever has in his head
You're the Nile,/ You're the Tower of Pisa,/ You're the smile/ On the Mona Lisa.
In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now, God knows, anything goes.
It was great fun, But it was just one of those things.
I don't know anyone who sits down to write a song hit except Irving Berlin. He can't help writing hits.
I ask the Lord in Heaven above / What is this thing called Love?
Something that simply mystifies me.
Now: heaven knows, anything goes.
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
The world admits bears in pits do it, Even Pekingeses at the Ritz do it, Let's do it, let's fall in love.
There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me.
Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.
Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.