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