A lost Cole Porter lyric, recently discovered:
In olden days a lack of benches was looked on as something wretched,
Now Heaven knows - Anything Goes
And the golfers too who once liked shade and breeze now just chop down all the trees,
They want Ballyneal - Why not just Steal?
Courses are plain today
It's the way, they say
Clutter's passé, hurrah
Let me just play, away
When Doak and Coore today
Keep it clean, then hey
That just must be the way!
And so it's clear the benches, they must go
We're not in Hicksville, we're
Chicago
There's plenty of dough - Anything Goes!