Broken Hearts

Consternation on the dance-floor I can’t take it anymore.

My ugly girl-friend has these big eyes, she’s running out the

door.

Get her back, the regulars cry.

All the bar-flies are going dry.

We need some business says the man reaching out with the greasy

hand.

We need some business says the man with the broken heart.

Broken hearts are good for business these days, broken hearts

are good for business always.

Mass confusion on the turnpike, which way did the lady go?

Rumour has it she was flying through the toll-booth down the

road.

Get her back, the troopers cry, all the judges need a boost, bad

reviews in the daily news, and the

Chickens come home to roost.

Broken hearts are good for business these days, broken hearts

are good for business always.