Love is better than a warm trombone

Love is better than a warm trombone when blown Softer by a two tone brother Down on luck by chance Caress the head to find 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 apologise" "I've been falling, I've fallen down" The river of your love floors souls Getting deeper than the deepest dishwashing bowl Now brother, get the dirt off your hands Getting darker than a sunchaser's suntan 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 apologise" "I've been falling, I've fallen 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 apologise" "I've been falling, I've fallen down"