Paul Gordon - The Finer Things lyrics

BLANCHE You have such exquisite taste Chinese Chippendale Walls swathed in festoons of silk Such ornate detail But there's one thing that is not in this hall Edward - this house could use a wife! We're lucky to live In the great age of elegance Poetry, opera and art Sparing no expense Rembrandt and Breughel and Bosch In this room With a rug from Chen Chou That spent a thousand days on the loom These are the finer things And what is finer than a bride? Pleasure and luxury That only marriage can provide The innuendo is implied Chateau Lafitte twenty-eight Oh! The perfect drink! So much more drinkable now Than last year, I think Make no mistake Like the taste of the wine When it comes to a woman You must scrutinize the vine These are the finer things And she must have what is her due Priceless engagement rings A family j**el, or maybe two And, but of course, my darling - you! Mozart and Schumann and Bach Wrote the finest notes Every cadenza delights Every cadence floats Music is glorious But I declare When it comes to a woman Schumann just cannot compare These are the finer things That only beauty can supply These are the finer things And what's more beautiful than I? For not a soul could give you more Arpeggios and trills Frolics and frills Soon you will see Of all your things The very finest thing Is me!