Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone - Gomez, Ben Ottewell, Tom Gray

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»