[bad word] 
as you've guessed I'm continental
Romantic and sentimental
And I look on love as something of an art
But I've found that nationalities
Have different formalities
When dealing with affairs of the heart

Now the Spaniard needs a soft guitar
And a balcony to climb
While the Portuguese needs
the breeze in the trees
But Englishman needs time

The Italians long for an operatic song
Or a soft Sicilian wine
Well, the French fall in love
At the drop of a glove
But an Englishman needs time

He'll admit to an attraction
But show no reaction
His lips never part in a sigh
What goes on in his breast [bad word] surpressed
By the weight of his old school tie.

The Viennese need a waltz by Strauss
or a glockenspiel's sweet chime
While the Dutch begin
with the bottle of gin
But an Englishman needs time

New Yorker's needs is variety and speed
But as for the West, their needs are more sublime
At Hollywood-bowl, they need nothing at all
But an Englishman needs time

He will meet you maybe Monday night
But unless he's quite unique
He will call you up around Wednesday noon
You'll get flowers Thursday week

Though you'll have to wait 
he may work up to a date
But if he's really mad for you
He will tenderly said : 
You look smashing today
And invite you to the zoo

When you think is all over
This mad Casanova arrives in a purposeful way
But if he mention sport
No, it's not what you thought
it's to want him play cricket all day

Now in Persia, they need seven veils
for a sultan in his prime
While an Eskimo needs a whole lot of snow ...

But an Englishman needs time

Now, I love all those Englishmen
but you must admit, they are terribly
Anglo-Saxon

But after all, it's said and done
And the battle is finally won
Baby 
let's contemplate …
Who wouldn't wait
for an Englishman ... 

who takes his ...

... time.