Dying of a Broken Heart

Told my doctor something wrong with me
She said, “Gimme forty dollars and we’ll look and see
Hop up on the table, now, we’ll take some blood
Find out what you’re dyin’ of”

Called me in the morning
Said, “Now here’re the facts
Well, it isn’t your liver and it isn’t your back
It’s not your blood sugar or the Asian flu
That’s not what’s killin’ you”

You’re dyin’ of a broken heart
It really wasn’t very smart
You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due
Dyin’ of a broken heart

Told my analyst I was a mess
Said, “Gimme hundred dollars and we’ll take a test
Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream
It rеally isn’t what it seems”

You’re dyin’ of a broken heart
It rеally wasn’t very smart
You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due
Dyin’ of a broken heart

You’re dyin’ of a broken heart
It really wasn’t very smart
You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due
Dyin’ of a broken

Dyin’ of a broken heart
It really wasn’t very smart
You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due
Dyin’ of a broken heart