Widow Jones
Couldn't make it on her own
Frank was electrified
Leaving six kids half grown
In her misery she sent for me
The singer of sad songs
And I sympathized
And eulogized Frank Jones
And she cried singer of sad songs
I need your services today
Doctor of broken hearts
I'll wash your clothes
And mend your socks for your pay
Farmer Brown
Had always dreamed of city lights
Mini skirts on pretty girls
Were in his sights
So one early morn
He left his corn
To harvest a field of sin
Mrs Brown called me
Shortly after three a.m.
And she cried singer of sad songs
I need your services today
Doctor of broken hearts
Got some early
Hybrid corn for your pay
Lovely Lucy
Sat there sipping a glass of wine
She was at the church
Waiting till after nine
But the groom to be
Was somewhere free
With a case of yellow spine
Lovely Lucy
Is still a virgin
And that's a crime
And she cried singer of sad songs
I need your services today
Doctor of broken hearts
Got a slightly
Used diamond for your pay