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By Kavil Tran

A FINE ROMANCE

M: Jerome Kern

W: Dorothy Fields

Key: C

Marilyn Monroe, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra


6 5 -7 7 -7 -4 -8 -7

A fine ro-mance, with no kiss-es

-8 6 -9 8 6 7 10 -9

A fine ro-mance, my friend this is

7 8 -8 8 -9

We should be like a

8 -8 -7* -7 7* 7 7

cou-ple of hot to-ma-toes

7 -7 7* -7 -8

But you’re as cold as

-7 7* 7 -6* -6 6 6

yes-ter-day’s mashed po-ta-toes

6 5 -7 7 -7 -4 -8 -7

A fine ro-mance, you won’t nest-le

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A fine ro-mance, you won’t wres-tle

7 8 -8 8 -9 10

I might as well play bridge

-9 8 -8 -7* -7

With my old maid aunts

8 -8 -7* -7 7* 7

I have-n’t got a chance

-8 -7 7* 7 -9 8

This is a fine ro-mance


A fine romance, with no kisses

A fine romance, my friend this is

We two should be like clams in a dish of chowder

But we just fizz like parts of a Seidlitz powder (*)

Yes, a fine romance, with no glitches

A fine romance, with no bitches

You’re just as hard to land as the ‘Isle de France’

I haven’t got a chance

This is a fine romance


A fine romance, my good fellow

You take romance, and 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 with no quarrels

With no insults and all morals

I’ve never mussed the crease

In your blue serge pants

I never get the chance

This is a fine romance


Yes, a fine romance, my dear, duchess

Two old fogeys, who need crutches

True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has

But we don’t have the thrills that the march of time has,

ba-ba-da-day

A fine romance, my good woman

My strong, age in the wood, woman

You never give the orchids I sent a glance

No, you like cactus plants, ha ha

This is a fine romance


A fine romance, my dear duchess

Two old fogeys, who need crutches


True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has

You know Louis, we don’t have half the thrills that the march of time

has,


You telling me; fine romance, my very good woman

My strong, aged in the wood, woman

You never give the orchids I sent a glance


No I prefer Cactus plants


This is a fine romance




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