D-I-V-O-R-C-E

(album: Next In Line - 1968)

Our little boy is four years old and quite a little man
So we spell out the words we don't want him to understand
Like T-O-Y or maybe S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E
But the words we're hiding from him now
Tears the heart right out of me.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
You and little J-O-E will be going away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E.

Watch him smile he thinks it's Christmas or his fifth birthday
And he thinks C-U-S-T-O-D-Y spells fun or play
I spell out all the hurting words
Then turn my head when I speak
'Cause I can't spell away this hurt
That's dripping down my cheeks.

Our D-I-V-O-R-C-E becomes final today
You and little J-O-E will be going away
I love you both and this will be pure H-E double L for me
Oh, I wish that we could stop this D-I-V-O-R-C-E...