Lyrics:

Both: We've got nothin', got nothin' in common, just nothin' in common
Keely: My darling, at all
Keely: I love the opera, I detest the best pop
Frank: Can't stand the opera, I like music that bops
Keely: We're not fated, not heaven-created
Frank: We're really mis-mated, our chances are small
Both: Let's part, be real smart and not start with this romance
Keely: 'cause outside of both having stars in our eyes
Frank: And outside of sighing the same kind of sighs
Both: We've got nothin' in common at all

Both: We've got nothin', got nothin' in common, just nothin' in common
Frank: It never could last
Frank: I love Picasso, he's all style and he's all flair
Keely: I've seen Picasso and I think he's a square
Keely: Our two goals are apart as the poles are
Frank: As lovers our roles are completely miscast
Both: Let's make a clean break and not take any chances
Frank: 'Cause outside of thinking you're something divine
Keely: And outside of wanting your lips close to mine
Both: We've got nothin' in common
Both: We've got nothin' in common at all

Frank: 'Waiter, separate checks'