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"