Love and the Weather - Dave Brubeck

A fine romance with no kisses

A fine romance, my friend, this is

We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes

But you’re as cold as yesterday’s mashed potatoes

A fine romance, you won’t nestle

A fine romance, you won’t wrestle

I might as well play bridge with my old maid aunt

I haven’t got a chance

This is a fine romance

A fine romance, my good fellow

You take romance, I’ll take jello

You’re calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean

At least they flap their fins to express emotion

A fine romance with no quarrels

With no insults and all morals

I’ve never mussed the crease in your blue serge pants

I never get the chance

This is a fine romance

A fine romance with no kisses

A fine romance, my friend, this is

We two should be like clams in a dish of chowder

But we just fizz like parts of a Seidlitz powder

A fine romance, with no glitches

A fine romance, with no bitches

You’re just as hard to land as the 'Isle de France'

I haven’t got a chance

This is a fine romance