Music: Frank Wildhorn   Lyrics: Jack Murphy      It's just another Saturday night   livin' in the 90's   with Mr. Almost, not Mr. Right   tell me...   where is the moonlight and   champagne and roses   god knows it's the way love should be...   livin' in the 90's      I've got you not quite under my skin   sorry, Mr. Porter   and when we dance beguines   don't begin darling,   you woo me with faxes,   I shelter your taxes but   is this any way to fall in love?      I go to lunch and schmooze with your ex   tense and superficial   two calm and cool emotional   wrecks brother...   significant other, I feel like your mother and   is this anyway to fall in love?      My analyst said   girl you better get smart   chivalry's dead, so think with your head   and not with your heart   but somewhere deep down inside   there's a feeling that can't be denied   when push comes to shove   tell me what about love?   Your lawyer sends me papers to sign   isn't it romantic?   my lawyer warns me I should decline   tell me...   where is the moonlight and   champagne and roses   is this anyway to fall in love?      My analyst stressed   "lady, this could take years"   he says I'm depressed from having   suppressed   my innermost fears   and so I pay him too much   in an effort at feeling in touch   it's all so complex   and it's all about sex?!      When did romance become déclassé?   livin' in the 90's   when did we make "I love you" passé?   tell me...   where is the moonlight and champagne and   roses, dear,   is this anyway to fall in love?