The Czar of Love is Dead:
Tell all the girls on the street
and the boys in diners with stars in their eyes.
Yes, the czar of love is dead
he’s gone and floated up the river.
It’ll appear in the paper by next dawn
and the paramours will weep
and the wives will shutter the blinds.
Yes, the czar of love is dead
and he’s not coming back again
he was overthrown by the few who disagreed
or maybe the many who didn’t.
They shot and buried him in the fen.
Yes, the czar of love is dead
dead, dead, dead.