Good eve, my dear, permit me to say: your presence improves the entire café... I tip my hat, once for style, once for you. A gentleman’s gesture, impeccably true. I stride with a swagger, but ever polite, A Casanova in cufflinks, ready to delight... Oh, I daresay, you’ve caught me in a spin; a dapper sort of dizziness, a grin I can’t keep in. I straighten up my waistcoat, I polish off my pride, For nothing beats the thrill of having you beside. [chorus] I’m cute, astute, and bright to boot! A courteous Casanova, tipping hats. You'll wanna know of me in advance... I'm a master of the compliment, a scholar of romance! I wink, yet I proceed with utmost grace, I'm flirty, sure, but I've got etiquette! Allow me, dear, to adjust your chair (A gesture of my refinement which is exceedingly rare.) I like a good riddle and you're a puzzle full of charm, You've got me hook, line, and sinker (sound the alarm!) My manners are immaculate, my mischief well‑contained... (A gentleman of chaos, politely unrestrained) I stroll with measured confidence, a cadence in my stride, a waistcoat‑wearing wanderer with mischief at my side. I’m partial to propriety, yet prone to playful thrills, A chap who keeps his manners while bending like a peel... I’ll compliment your countenance, your posture, and your poise, then maybe whisper something daring in a deeper voice... I navigate the parlour like a master of the parkour, a master of the subtle wink and sigh, the artful sideways glance, the bounce of a good prance, and all the many things for bonne chance. I'm just impeccable with impeccable taste That's how I know that you've got the perfect face! [reprised chorus] Tip the hat, straighten the tie, A gentleman’s flourish as I saunter by. I bid you adieu with a courteous bow, A chap of fine affection signing off for now. Should you fancy a stroll or a cup of Earl Grey, you know where to find me: The cafe down the way...
