The Monkees — Dyin’ of a Broken Heart

Told my doctor something wrong with me She said, “Gimme forty dollars, and we’ll look and see Now hop up on the table, now we’ll take some blood Find out what you’re dyin’ of” She called me in the morning, said, “Now here’re the facts Well, it isn’t your liver, and it isn’t your back It’s not your blood sugar or the Asian flu That’s not what’s killin’ you” You’re dyin’ of a broken heart It really wasn’t very smart You lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get your due Dyin’ of a broken heart I called my analyst, I was a mess Said, “Gimme hundred dollars, and we’ll take a test Lie down on the couch and tell me what you dream It really isn’t what it seems” You’re dyin’, you’re dyin’ of a broken heart And I’m cryin’, it really wasn’t very smart I lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get my due Dyin’ of a broken heart Dyin’ You’re dyin’, you’re dyin’ of a broken heart And I’m cryin’, it really wasn’t very smart I lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get my due Dyin’ of a broken heart You’re dyin’ of a broken heart It really wasn’t very smart I lived through Nixon and a drug or two just to get my due Dyin’ of a broken heart (Get your due) Dyin’ of a broken heart (Get your due) Dyin’ of a broken heart…