I took her down to Willow Fair
we floated down the street
dirty feathers in her hair,
jewels on her feet
And when the fair was over
we went drinking in the sundown
She said pull yourself together boy
and put that silly gun down

you're giving me the bust up broke down
burned out Hollywood blues
whichever way you lace the cake you lose
what road's a blind man meant to choose
when he's got the bust up broke down
burned out Hollywood blues

I've been in this game too long
to not know when I'm losing
Started out so fine and strong,
thought by this time I'd be cruising
I'm holding onto my sanity, man,
but it's getting hard to fake it
she's leaning on my vanity, man
and telling me come on hero shake it

you're giving me the bust up...

Once there was a playhouse here
with dancers and musicians
A barefoot prophet appeared
and made a proposition
You're thinkin' big, I understand,
but when that baby hits the street
are we looking at a comeback, man
or just another glorious defeat

is this what the poet intended
when he said no man is an island?
I'd start over, I'd be mended
if I could just get myself on dry land
But I'm walking into trouble,
I can see the storm clouds muster
Why am I seeing double
and who's that joker in the duster

giving me the bust up...

I took her down to Willow Fair
we floated down the street
dirty feathers in her hair
and jewels on her feet
And when the fair was over
we went drinking in the sundown
She said pull yourself together, boy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Aongus Ralston, James Hallawell, Mike Scott, Ralph Salmins