Down With Love
E. Y. Harburg, Harold Arlen
Down with love
With flowers and rice and shoes
Down with love
The root of all midnight blues
Down with things
That give you that well-known pain
Take that moon
And wrap it in cellophane
Down with love let's liquidate
All it's friends
Like moon, June, roses
And rainbow's ends
Down with songs
That mourn about night and day
Down with love
Take it away, away
Take it away, take it away
Give it back to the birds
To bees and the Viennese
Down with eyes romantic and stupid
Down with sighs, down with cupid
Brother let's stuff that dove
Take it away, take it away
Give it back to the birds
To bees and the Viennese
Down with eyes romantic and stupid
Down with sighs, down with cupid
Brother let's stuff that dove
Down down down
Down with love