Classic Poem

VERSE

Due to the tragic lowness of my brow,
All music that's highbrow
Gets me upset.
Each time I hear a strain of Stravinsky's,
I hurry to Minsky's
And try to forget.
I don't like Schubert's music or Schumann's,
I'm one of those humans
Who only goes in for Berlin and Vincent Youmans.
I'm for the guy that eludes
Bach sonatas and Chopin preludes.
So when some nice man I meet,
I always murmur tout d'suite:

REFRAIN 1

" If you want to thrill me
And drill me
For your crew,
Sing me a melody that's red, hot and blue.
Before you expand on that grand cottage for two,
Sing me a melody that's red, hot and blue.
I can't take Sibelius,
Or Delius,
But I swear I'd throw my best pal away
For Calloway.
So when we're all set and I get married to you,
Don't let that violin
Start playing Lohengrin ,
It may be sweet as sin
But it's not
Red, hot
And blue. "

REFRAIN 2

" If you ask me, toots,
Just what puts
Me in a stew,
Sing me a melody that's red, hot and blue.
If I'm quite correct,
You expect
Me to come through,
Sing me a melody that's red, hot and blue.
This craze that's pursuin' me
May ruin me,
But my Waterloo won't be Wellington
But Ellington.
So if you feel tonight
Like a light
Ev'ning for two,
I've no desire to hear
Flagstad's Brünnhilde, dear,
She waves a pretty spear,
But she's not
Red, hot
And blue. "