A Fine Romance Songtext
von Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers

A fine romance with no kisses
A fine romance, my friend, this is
We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes (to-mah-toes, dear)
But you′re as cold as yesterday's mashed po-tah-toes (potatoes)

A fine romance, you won′t nestle
A fine romance, you won't even wrestle
You've never mussed the crease in my blue serge pants
You never take a chance, this is a fine romance


A fine romance, my good fellow
You take romance, I′ll take Jello
You′re calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean
At least they flap their fins to express emotion

A fine romance, my dear Duchess
Two old fogies, we really need crutches
You're just as hard to land as the Île-de-France! (France)
I haven′t got a chance (chance), this is a fine romance

A fine romance, my good woman
My strong, aged-in-the-wood woman
You never give those orchids I send a glance
They're just like cactus plants, (oh boy)
This is a fine romance!