Little jimmy watkins wasn't ready   When the winter came   He forgot to order coats so he shivers   Just himself to blame   And the marketwives covered with blankets   I hear them shout in vain   They try to sell their southern fruits   In the icy rain      Slowly comes the wintertime   Snowflakes melting on the enginehood   And all the young girls put on their scarfs   Before they haunt their neighbourhood      So sorry that I'm romantic   So sorry that I'm romantic      Hot grey steam out of the drains   I can't see the traffic lights   And the smell of cookies and candles   Icecold stary skies   Snowballs fly around my head   And linda's laughing bright   The saucy little skater falls on his nose   And cries soon he's outta sight      Slowly comes the wintertime   Snowflakes melting on the enginehood   And all the young girls put on their scarfs   Before they haunt their neighbourhood      So sorry that I'm romantic...