Tragic Comic

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 po-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 po-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, get into,

when I'm with you