Cohan’s Capers

Sit back now, relax, and be transported for a few seconds to the year 1906. Horse trolleys and handsome cabs crowded city streets. It was a time for romance. And George M. Cohan made the most of it

For it is Mary, Mary
Plain as any name can be
But with propriety, society will say Marie (Oh, yeah, oh yeah, fuck me)
But it was Mary, Mary ([?], fuck my pussy)
Long before the fashions came (Fuck my pussy, yeah!)
And there is something there that sounds so square (more, more, more, fuck, oh my God, oh my Go-o-od!)
It's a grand old name
(Give it to me)