*Love is better than a warm trombone, when blown, softly by a two tone, brother
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*Down on luck by chance, caress her head off at the boogaloo trance
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With his hands in his pocket he could not lie
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With his hands in his pocket he began to cry
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With his hands in his pocket he lowered his eye
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*He said "Miss I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down"
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The river of your lovelorn souls is getting deeper than the deepest dish washing bowl
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*Now brother get the dirt off your hands, it's getting darker than a sun-chaser's the sun tan
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With his hands in his pockethe could not lie
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With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
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With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
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*He said "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down"
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With his hands in his pockethe began to cry
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With his hands in his pockethe could not lie
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With his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes
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*He said "Miss, I guess I ought to apologise, I've been fallin, I'm falling down"
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Love Is Better Than a Warm Trombone
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