A Fine Romance

After A Fine Romance, lyrics by Dorothy Fields, music by Jerome Kern,
recording by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

 

A fine romance, Meher, this is

A fine romance, where are the kisses

You’re causing me nothing but trouble and I’ve got to say so

You’re being so cold while You make me a mashed potato

A fine romance, You won’t wrestle

For my tap dancing, You won’t settle

I might as well jump off a bridge

Wearing cement pants

I haven’t got a chance

This is a fine romance

 

A fine romance, Meher, this is

A fine romance, where are the kisses

You promise me everything and I go “gaga”

But I’m left here with empty pockets, I’ve got “nada”

Yes, a fine romance, with no riches

You feed me like an ant, sayin’ I’m too big for my britches

You’re just so hard to please, it makes me rant

I haven’t got a chance

This is a fine romance

 

A fine romance, my dear Meher

You take romance to where I can’t bear

You’re all Knowledge and Bliss in Your Infinite Ocean

And I’m bowed down trying to show my devotion

A fine romance, I’ve got endless quarrels

You’re all insults and beyond morals

I’ve never touched a siddhi

Or gone into a trance

I never get the chance

This is a fine romance

 

Yes, a fine romance in Your clutches

Baba don’t You know what enough is

Your Love should take some pity upon Your lover

But You keep me at the mercy of Your druthers

A fine romance, my Lord Meher

The Ancient One again come, oh Lord Meher

You never call me over for a dance

No, You won’t even give me a glance

This is a fine romance

 

A fine romance, I’m near bloodless

You’ve got it all and I’ve got bupkis

Your Love should take some pity upon Your lover

But You keep me at the mercy of Your druthers

A fine romance, my Lord Meher

The Ancient One again come, oh Lord Meher

You never call me over for a dance

No, You won’t even give me a glance

This is a fine romance