Years ago, our love was told   Reminded those of love   Like in a storybook      Now we're fighting every day   This ain't love, This is hate   Get it straight   Take a break   Storybrook      Years ago our love was told   Reminisced and kissed   The fifties flame   So we've been told   Now we're fighting every day   This ain't love   This is hate   Get it straight   Take a break   Donnybrook      Pretty pictures of the queens themselves   You had my 8 by ten on your shelf   You sold me cheap   And I cried for help      You stayed with us through thick and thin   You sat and watched with quaaludes and gin   And clapped a lot      Were you there   When we were almost crucified and died   A thousand deaths?   No?   Well, thanks a lot      4 kings with an army strong   You knew the words to all our songs   You stayed with us all night long      Pretty pictures of the queens themselves   You had my 8 by ten on your shelf   You sold me cheap   And I cried for help   Well thanks a lot