Het is weekend! Aktekoffer de hoek in smijten, stropdas in de lamp en de dansschoenen aan. Rauwe rusteloosheid, tabakswalmen en dranken met namen waar je nog nooit van gehoord hebt. Je inmengen in vechtpartijen waar je niks mee van doen hebt. Lachen om grappen van onbekende mensen die je beste vriend van de avond zijn geworden. En vrouwen met soul. Maar vooral tijd voor muziek. In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking, but now, God knows, Anything Goes. Good authors too who once knew better words, now only use four letter words writing prose, Anything Goes. The world has gone mad today and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today, when most guys today that women prize today are just silly gigolos and though I'm not a great romancer I know that I'm bound to answer when you propose, anything goes. If driving fast cars you like, if low bars you like, if old hymns you like, if bare limbs you like, if Mae West you like or me undressed you like, why, nobody will oppose! When every night, the set that's smart is intruding in nudist parties in studios, Anything Goes. Prettig weekend. En be nice.