Consternation on the dance-floor I can’t take it anymore.
My ugly girl-friend has these big eyes, she’s running out the
door.
Get her back, the regulars cry.
All the bar-flies are going dry.
We need some business says the man reaching out with the greasy
hand.
We need some business says the man with the broken heart.

Broken hearts are good for business these days, broken hearts
are good for business always.

Mass confusion on the turnpike, which way did the lady go?
Rumour has it she was flying through the toll-booth down the
road.
Get her back, the troopers cry, all the judges need a boost, bad
reviews in the daily news, and the
Chickens come home to roost.

Broken hearts are good for business these days, broken hearts
are good for business always.