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 eyes
 He said "Miss, I ought to apologize
 I've been falling, 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 sun tan
 Hands in his pocket he could not lie
 Hands in his pocket he began to cry
 Hands in his pocket he lowered his eyes
 He said "Miss, I ought to apologize
 I've been falling, 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 apologize
 I've been falling, I'm falling down"