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 music or Schumann
I'm one of those few men
Who only goes in for Berlin and Vincent Youmans
I'm for the guy that eludes
Bach sonatas and Chopin preludes
So if some nice man I meet
I always murmur "Tout de 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 swear I'd throw my best Calloway 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

If you ask me, Toot, just what puts me in a stew
Just sing me a melody that's red hot and blue
If I'm quite correct, you expect me to come through
Just 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 evening for two
I've no desire to hear "Flags that Broomhilda dear"
She waves a pretty spear
But she's not red hot and blue