| 作词 : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
| 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" |
| zuo ci : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
| 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 sunchaser' 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" |
| zuò cí : Ball, Blackburn, Gray ... | |
| 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 sunchaser' 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" |