Lyrics:

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-p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in, in love with you
Second Sunday

And when we dine
I forget to push in your seat
I wear the wine
Spillin' 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-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-p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in love with you
I'm a hapless romantic
St-t-tuttering p-p-poet
Just call me a tragic comic
'Cause I'm, in, in love with you