[Millicent:]
All my life through I have yearn'd for romance,
To cheer and to comfort my soul;
Ah! sad to say
It has not come my way.
[Meebles:]
Did Cook ever order the coal?
[Millicent:]
Often romance seems to whisper to me,
In vain for its joys I am seeking;
Where does it dwell?
Oh, I wish I could tell...
[Meebles:]
The tap in the bathroom's been leaking!
[Millicent:]
Ah, ah, ah,
[Meebles:]
Ah, ah, ah!
[Millicent:]
Real romance!
True romance!
How does one reach its abode?
[Meebles:]
You'd better ask the policeman
Just at the end of the road (by the pillar box.)
[Millicent:]
Others may
Find the way,
I never get any chance;
Sometimes with passion provoking,
I feel I'm choking,
[Meebles:]
P'r'aps, dear, the chimney's been smoking,
[Millicent:]
Is that romance?
[Millicent:]
Often romance may elude you for years,
But some day will come sure enough;
Then, I suppose,
Life is couleur de rose:
[Meebles:]
Those kidney's at breakfast were tough!
[Millicent:]
Then in your heart is delirious joy,
And rapturous visions come closer
Ah, think of this!
I should swoon with such bliss...
[Meebles:]
No sugar this week from the grocer!
[Millicent:]
Ah, ah, ah,
[Meebles:]
Ah, ah, ah!
[Millicent:]
Real romance,
True romance!
It may arrive unawares;
[Meebles:]
P'r'aps it will come in a taxi,
Or you may meet on the stairs
Of the Bakerloo.
[Millicent:]
Though as yet
We've not met,
Someday I may get the chance,
I feel my bosom with throbs stir,
My soul with sobs stir
[Meebles:]
You've had two helpings of lobster:
[Millicent:]
Is that romance?
[Millicent:]
Spasms of hope that are vague, oh!
Through me each day go.
[Meebles:]
You've got a touch of lumbago:
[Millicent:]
Is that romance?