Achy Breaky Heart - William Hung

You can tell the world you never was my girl

You can burn my clothes when I’m gone

Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I’ve been

And laugh and joke about me on the phone

You can tell my arms, go back onto the phone

You can tell my feet to hit the floor

Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips

They won’t be reaching out for you no more

But don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don’t think it’d understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man

You can tell your Ma I moved to Arkansas

You can tell your dog to bite my leg

Or tell your brother Cliff who’s fist can tell my lips

He never really liked me anyway

Oh tell your aunt Louise, tell anything you please

Myself already knows that I’m not okay

Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind

It might be walking out on me today

Don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don’t think it’d understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man

Don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don’t think it’d understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man

Don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

I just don’t think it’d understand

And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart

He might blow up and kill this man