Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone Lyrics

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 eye He
*said "Miss I guess I ought to apologise I've, been fallin 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 the sun tan With

his hands in his pockethe could not lie With
his hands in his pockethe began to cry With
his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes He
*said "Miss I, guess I ought to apologise I've, been fallin I'm, falling down" With

his hands in his pockethe began to cry With
his hands in his pockethe could not lie With
his hands in his pockethe lowered his eyes He
*said "Miss I, guess I ought to apologise I've, been fallin I'm, falling down"