Capers - Kele

I know I’m punching, but my, you’re a sort

We could get in to come real fun

A true gentleman would never name names

What kind of brute do you take me for?

No I’m not in love

I don’t claim to be

But are you free on Sunday?

Do you hear that siren call?

It calls out to me

Like the brapa pum pum of the marching drum

My heart skips a beat

No I’m not in love

I don’t claim to be

But are you free on Sunday?

For I’m planning on a caper such a deed of derring do

And I was hoping I could spend some time with you

As the cartoon anvil above our head appears

Before they ask us to kindly pay the bill