Gee, but it's hard
When one lowers one's guard to the vultures
Now me I regard it
A torturous hardship that smolders
Like a peppermint eaten away
Will I fight
Will I swagger or sway?
Hee hee, my lady
She cries like a baby to scolders
See her tumbling down（tumbling down）
Tumbling down（tumbling down）
Hail to the monkey
We're having a funky reunion
Wasted and sunk
He can only have Sunday communion
He got nicotine stains in his eyes
He got nothing to protect but his pride
Oh! smother the kiss
Or be drownded in blissful confusion
See her tumbling down（tumbling down）
Tumbling down（tumbling down）
Juvenile tale
See the Tintanic sail into Brighton
The Hemingway stacatto
The tragic bravado can frighten
To be here, there and everywhere's fine
But do you have to be so swift all the time
Deliver the dawn to the Moulin-Rouge on the horizon
Watch it tumbling down（tumbling down）
Tumbling down（tumbling down）
Tumbling down（tumbling down）
Tumbling down（tumbling down）
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...
Oh dear, look what they've done to the blues...