Monday music: "Such Unlikely Lovers"

It's been too long since we've heard any of the remarkable collaborations between Burt Bacharach and Elvis Costello.  To remedy this insupportable situation, here is one of Costello's wittiest lyrics, with Bacharach's equally clever music and arrangement, again from their incomparable album Painted from Memory.  Lest the words be unintelligible in places, the lyrics are printed below.

 On a hot city day
 When your white shirt turns to grey
 That's when she'll arrive
 When you look how you feel
 Someone steps upon your heel
 That's when she will come

 Listen now
 I'm not saying that there will be violins
 But don't be surprised if they appear
 Playing in some doorway
 Still I can't believe that this is happening
 We're such unlikely lovers

 Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
 Ask me what I'm thinking, and I won't deny it
 Can you believe it's happening?
 Can you believe it's happening?

 There were no magic spells
 You can keep the flowers and bells
 They just don't seem right
 Can it actually be?
 Me and you and you and me
 Though we're like day and night

 Listen now
 I'm not saying that there will be violins
 But don't be surprised if they appear
 Playing in some doorway
 Still I can't believe that this is happening
 We're such unlikely lovers

 Though no one seems to notice as they hurry by
 Ask me what I'm feeling, and I won't deny it
 Can you believe it's happening?
 I am bewildered
 Can you believe it's happening?
 Somebody help me
 Can you believe it's happening?