Widow Jones couldn't make it on her own   Frank was 'lectrafied 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 I'll wash your clothes and mend your socks for your pay   Farmer Brown had always dreamed of city lights   Mini skirts on pretty girls were in his sights   So one early morn he left his corn to harvest a field of sin   Mrs Brown called me shortly after three a.m.   And she cried singer of sad songs I need your services today   Doctor of broken hearts got some early hybrid corn for your pay   Lovely Lucy sat there sippin' a glass of wine   She was at the church waitin' till after nine   But the groom to be was somewhere free with a case of yellow spine   Lovely Lucy she's still a virgin and that's 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