Red, Hot and Blue

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 or Vincent Youmans
I'm for the guy that eludes
Bach's sonatas and Chopin's preludes
So when some nice man I meet,
I always murmur, tout d'suite.

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'd swear I'd throw my life 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 and sin but it's not Red, Hot and Blue.