Marlborough man, where’s that song that you promised?nThe television just can’t sing the bluesnnMarlborough man, please come home from the office;nThe TV just don’t love me like you donnI know that my lifenIs out there somewherenGood things come to those who waitnHe stares out at me from a lifeless magazinenHey Marlborough man, take me awaynnWhile I sleep you hang the moon’s silver dollarnDon’t you know you are my only friend?nnI can ignore that lipstick on your collarnIf you’ll sing that sad, sad song againnnI know that my lifenIs out there somewherenGood things come to those who waitnHe stares out at me from a lifeless magazinenHey Marlborough man, oh my Marlborough man, take me awayn