Love Is Better Than A Warm Trombone Lyrics - Bring It On - Gomez

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"