Capers

[Verse 1] I know I'm punching, but my, you're a sort We could get in to some real fun A true gentleman would never name names What kind of brute do you take me for? [Chorus] No, I'm not in love And I don't claim to be But are you free on Sunday? [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] No, I'm not in love And I don't claim to be But are you free on Sunday? [Bridge] 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 kindly to pay the bill [Verse 3] I know I'm pitching way out of my league But we could get into some big fun Forget those interest rates, they get in the way Spend your days courting with me [Chorus] No, I'm not in love And I don't claim to be But are you free again on Tuesday? [Bridge] 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 kindly to pay the bill