Flowers, I sent
Were found dead on their arrival
The words, I said
Inserted foot in my mouthful
So when, we dance
My lead it ain't so graceful
(Isn't so, not ain't so)

I'm a hapless romantic
St-t-tuttering p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in, in love with you

And when, we dine
I forget to push in your seat
I wear, the wine
Spilling hearts all over my sleeve
A stitch, in time
Proposing down on my knees
(Splitting between the seams)

I'm a hapless romantic
St-t-tuttering p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in, in love with you

Nobody, can know the
Trouble I've seen
Nobody, can know the
Trouble I've seen
Nobody, can know the
Trouble I, get into
When I'm with you
Tragic comedy

I'm a hapless romantic
St-t-tuttering p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in, in love with you