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 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"