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, wash your clothes and mend your socks for your pay
verse 2
Farmer Brown had always dreamed of city lights
Miniskirts on pretty girls were in his sights
So one early morn he left his corn to harvest a field of sin
And she cried Singer of Sad Songs, I need your services today
Doctor of broken hearts, got some early hybrid corn for your pay
verse 3
Lovely Lucy sat there sipping a glass of wine
She was at the church waiting 'til after nine
But the groom to be was somewhere free with a case of yellow spine
Lovely Lucy she's still a virgin, thats 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