Met the girl Of my dreams And dated her last week She broke her leg and That breaks my heart Another night Another girl And on a date again I fall in love She from the midtown bridge Oh what a bad luck for The women they all die After a second date with me (INSTRUMENTAL) I plan a picknick in My favorite park around I lie on the ground She six feet below Not even my Guinea Pig Was spared it was yesterday At lunch I bit in my steak And it in the dust Oh what a bad luck for The women they all die After a second date with me (INSTRUMENTAL) We're going out to lovers lane Tonight We're going out to lovers lane Tonight Tonight We're going out We're going out to lovers lane Tonight We're going out to lovers lane Tonight Tonight We're going out (INSTRUMENTAL) We're going out to lovers lane Tonight We're going out to lovers lane Tonight Tonight We're going out We're going out to lovers lane Tonight We're going out to lovers lane Tonight Tonight We're going out Oh what a bad luck for The women they all die After a second date with me