Dyin' of a Broken Heart

Told my Doctor something's wrong with me

She said gimme forty dollars and we'll look and see

Now, hop up on the table now we'll take some blood

Find out what you're dyin' of

She called me in the morning and she said now here're the facts

Well, it isn't your liver and it isn't your back

It's not your blood sugar or the Asian flu

That's not what killing you

You're dyin' of a broken heart

It really wasn't very smart

You lived through Nixon and a drug or two

Just to get your due

Dyin' of a broken heart

I called my analyst, said I was a mess

He said gimme hundred dollars and we'll take a test

Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream

It really isn't what it seems

You're dyin'

You're dyin' of a broken heart

And I'm cryin'

It really wasn't very smart

I lived through Nixon and a drug or two

Just to get my due

Dyin' of a broken heart

Dyin'

You're dyin'

You're dyin' of a broken heart

And I'm cryin'

It really wasn't very smart

I lived through Nixon and a drug or two

Just to get my due

Dyin' of a broken heart

You're dyin' of a broken heart

It really wasn't very smart

I lived through Nixon and a drug or two

Just to get my due

Dyin' of a broken heart (get your due)

Dyin' of a broken heart (get your due)

Dyin' of a broken heart

Dyin' (c'mon)

Dyin, 'dyin'

Dyin', dyin' (c'mon)

Dyin'