Said you hate the sound Of the buses on the ground Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town I said 'pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down' Such were the grounds for divorce, I know ♪ On the radio And the bouncing body drone Found 18 reasons I can't pick up on the phone Said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds for divorce I know But the darling is dead We hit it on the head It looked like a wedding cake But oh the darling is dead We hit it on the head It looked like a newlywed But I look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way they move their hands And look at their babies And their tiny little hands And the way they get loved and the way they get loved, oh ♪ Oh look at the lovers And they way they stand And the way they move and the way they move and the way they move their hands Said you hate the sound Of the buses on the ground Said you hate the way they scrape their brakes all over town Said pretend it's whales Keeping their voices down Such were the grounds for divorce, I know ♪ Looked like a newlywed ♪ On the radio And the bouncing body drone Found 18 reasons I can't pick up on the phone You said look at the clouds It's a show all on its own Such were the grounds, such were the grounds for divorce, I know