Oh what a shame that your pockets did bleed on St. Valentine's, 
And you sat in a chair thinking: "Boy, I'm such a Prince!" 
Well life's a train that goes from February on, day by day, 
But it's making a stop on April first

And you will believe in love 
And all that it's supposed to be
But just until the fish start to smell 
And you're struck down by a hammer 

Sure you were swift when the handsome Greek boys dropped by with gifts 
You are suave, thanks to ribbons that opened sesame 
But in the stars and closer to home in every planet, 
It ain't hard for me and dear JoJo to see 

That you will believe in love 
And all that it's supposed to be,
But just until the fish start to smell 
And you're struck down by a hammer 

So let it all go by, looking at the sky, 
Wondering if there's clouds and stuff in hell