Love is better than a warm trombone when blown
Down on luck by chance
Caress the head to find the boogaloo trance Softer by a two tone brother
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
"I've been falling, I've fallen down"
He said, "Miss, I ought to apologise" The river of your love floors souls
Getting deeper than the deepest dishwashing bowl
Now brother, get the dirt off your hands
Hands in his pocket he could not lie
Getting darker than a sunchaser's suntan Hands in his pocket he began to cry
Hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
"I've been falling, I've fallen down"
He said, "Miss, I ought to apologise" With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
He said, "Miss, I ought to apologise"
"I've been falling, I've fallen down".
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