Ensemble: When we’re feeling down and low, When our favorite word is “no”, 'Cause it points the way to go, Let’s be bad.
Who knows what will come tomorrow, Labor loose to sauce and sorrow, Here’s some sugar you can borrow, Let’s be bad.
Don’t wanna be boring, Our twenties are roaring, Let’s manage the floor ring, Yeah, drummer man, Do what you can To wag the hoo will hit the fan. If you need some more enticing, Here’s the girl with twice the spicing, We’re the cake but she’s the icing, Let’s be bad, Let’s be bad.
Marilyn: If you say something is taboo, Well, that’s the thing I wanna do, Do it, to it, black and blue, Let’s be bad.
Guns and gangsters suit me fine, Al Capone is a buddy of mine, He’s my big shot Valentine, Let’s be bad.
This spirit’s a saggin’, My feet are a draggin’, Fall off a that wagon. The piano hums to the bass and drums And I’ll be dancing when Hoover comes.
Don’t care if you’ve tied the knot, Most folks want what they ain’t got, Melt the ice, some like it hot, Let’s be bad.
Here’s my whistle, make it whetter, Let me wear that scarlet letter, When I’m bad, I’m even better, Let’s be bad.
Say bye bye propriety, No polite society, Give me notoriety, Let’s be bad.
Bring on the vices, Don’t care what the price is, I’ll add the right spices, When the sound of bass slaps you in the face, Well, it ain’t my husband I’ll embrace.
I can’t see the use in waiting, Your lips are intoxicating, Do my hips need some translating? Let’s be bad.
If I drown in bathtub gin, Notify my next of kin, They might grieve, or might jump in, Let’s be bad.
Who wants plays and O’Neill dramas? Gershwin is the cat’s pajamas, I’m the Queen of the Red Hot Mamas, Let’s be bad.
Each crook and G-Man, Is poppin’ He-man, Just stick with me, man, If he tried to joop, if he red op yoop, And just like Judas once said to Luke.
Here’s the key for my ignition, Hit the gas to my transmission, When you hear the things I’m wishin’, You won’t offer opposition, Let’s prohibit prohibition, Let’s be bad!