Love’s a Sour Cherry

(Verse 1)

Well, I wore your class ring, thought you were the one

But you’re just a heartbreaker having “innocent” fun

I’m sitting at the diner, sipping on a float

While you’re out there acting like a silly little goat

You promised me the moon, and a house with a gate

But your love’s got the flavor of a rotten piece of bait!

(Pre-Chorus)

(Music cuts to just snapping fingers and a walking bassline)

One, you’re a phony

Two, you’re a bore

Three, I don't want to see your mug no more!

(Full band kicks back in)

And I mean it, Daddy-O!

(Chorus)

(Heavy vocal harmonies: Bop-shoo-wop, bop-bop-shoo-wop)

Oh, Love Sux! It’s a crying shame

I’m tired of playing your teenage game

It’s sour as a cherry, it’s cold as the rain

I’m shaking off the blues and the “L-O-V-E” pain

Yeah, love sux, honey—don’t call my name!

(Verse 2)

You said we’d go to the pictures, the 7:00 show

But you stood me up, Joe, with nowhere to go

I saw you with Betty, she’s a real "square"

With that silly little ribbon in her bird-nest hair

Go on and take her, see if I care

‘Cause a love like yours is a total nightmare!

(Chorus)

(Vocal harmonies: Bop-shoo-wop, bop-bop-shoo-wop)

Oh, Love Sux! It’s a crying shame

I’m tired of playing your teenage game

It’s sour as a cherry, it’s cold as the rain

I’m shaking off the blues and the “L-O-V-E” pain

Yeah, love sux, honey—don’t call my name!

(Bridge)

(A wild, honking Saxophone solo for 12 bars)

(Spoken over a rhythmic hand-clap beat)

Geez, Louise! Can you believe this guy?

He thinks he’s the big man on campus?

Tell it to the chaplain, brother, ‘cause I’m through!

See ya later, alligator!

(Guitar Solo)

(Fast, rockabilly-style picking with lots of reverb)

(Outro)

Love sux! (Yeah, yeah!)

Love sux! (No, no!)

Put your ring in the trash, ‘cause I’m ready to go!

(Big finish with a crashing cymbal and a final guitar twang)

And that’s the truth!