You can Make Love Too

Chorus:
There is no game like the old game,
'Twill be so easy for you,
For a young girl or a bold dame,
It's quite simple to do.
If a cricket on the hearth does,
If a film star in her bath does,
If a red who's been led up the path does,
Surely you can do it too.

If a gyppo in a fez does,
If a crook in Alcatraz does.
If a wog with his dog in Suez does
Surely you can make love too.
If a madam drinking gin does,
It is so simple to do,
If a sardine in a tin does,
'Twill be so easy for you.
If a Bishop in Peru does,
If the Oxford rowing crew does,
If a cook with a book stirring stew does,
Surely you can do it too.
If a llama in Malay does,
If a farmer making hay does,
If a clerk for a lark every day does,
Surely you can make love too.

If a Russian Communist does,
It's so simple to do,
If a boxer with his fist does,
'Twill be so easy for you.
If a miner digging coal does,
If a Maori on the dole does,
If a mare in a fair with her foal does,
Surely you can do it too.
For if Bradford out in space does,
And if Hitler's master race does,
If a Yank with a blank-looking face does,
Surely you can make love too.