Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone by Gomez

*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 guess 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 pockethe could not lie
With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
*he said "miss, i guess i ought to apologise, i've been fallin, i'm falling down"

With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
With his hands in his pockethe could not lie
With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
*he said "miss, i guess i ought to apologise, i've been fallin, i'm falling down"