Oh, what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St.Valentine’s 
And you sat in a chair thinking: 
“Boy, I’m such a prince!” 
Well life’s a train that goes from [bad word] on day by day 
But it’s making a stop on April first. 

And you will believe in love 
And all that it’s supposed to be. 
But just until the fish start to smell 
And you’re [bad word] down by a hammer. 

Sure you were swift when the handsome Greek boys dropped by with gifts 
You are suave thanks to the ribbons that open sesame 
But in the stars and closer to home than in every planet 
It ain’t hard for me and dear Jo Jo to see. 

Oh, what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St.Valentine’s 
And you sat in a chair thinking: 
“Boy, I’m such a prince!” 
Well life’s a train that goes from [bad word] on day by day 
But it’s making a stop on April first. 

And you will believe in love 
And all that it’s supposed to be. 
But just until the fish start to smell 
And you’re [bad word] down by a hammer.

So let it all go by looking at the sky 
Wondering if there are clouds and stuff in [bad word]