Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone

Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother
Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance

With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye
He said: Miss I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down

The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl
Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it's getting darker than a sun-chaser's the sun tan

With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
He said: Miss, I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down

With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
He said: Miss, I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down