Kele Okereke - Capers lyrics

I know I’m punching, but my, you’re a sort We could get in to come real fun A true gentleman would never name names What kind of brute do you take me for? No I’m not in love I don’t claim to be But are you free on Sunday? Do you hear that siren call? It calls out to me Like the brapa pum pum of the marching drum My heart skips a beat No I’m not in love I don’t claim to be But are you free on Sunday? For I’m planning on a caper such a deed of derring do And I was hoping I could spend some time with you As the cartoon anvil above our head appears Before they ask us to kindly pay the bill