Lyrics:

Darling, I'm with St Bernard's
And we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
And if they die, then it is on my head
They followed paw prints in the snow
To my throne, to my bed
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring

Start as you mean to continue
Complacent and self-involved
You're trying not to be nervous
If you are trying at all
I will wait, I will bake phallic cake
Take your diffidence, make it my club house
But my strength's within lies
Ventricle cauterised
It's the way of living that I espouse
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring

We are two ships that pass in the night
You and I, we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise
You are gone out to trawl
Return nets empty
Nothing there at all
You're pouting in your sleep
I'm waking, still yawning
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
Sure there are things I could do
If I was half prepared to
Prove to each other that romance is boring