| Saint Valentine drove a red Continental |
| With a headlight out and a dent in the side |
| He said it wasn’t his; it was only a rental |
| But he drove it every single night |
| Saint Valentine wore shades and a Cowboy Hat |
| He looked straight outa Lonesome Dove |
| You never saw his eyes but you knew down deep inside |
| He was longin for a long lost love |
| The Origional Lover had a broken heart |
| To the ground his blood did flow |
| And for every drop that fell to the earth |
| A red, red rose did grow |
| Saint Valentine ate pizza every Monday night |
| And chased it with Johnny Walker Black |
| The waitresses would stare but he just didn’t care |
| He just wanted his lover back |
| Saint Valentine wore a t-shirt of the Virgin Madonna |
| With the sleeves cut out and a tear through the heart |
| He wore it like a shield to protect his pride and honor |
| He was tired of livin' so far apart |
| The Origional Lover had a broken heart |
| To the ground his blood did flow |
| And for every drop that fell to the earth |
| A red, red rose did grow |
| Saint Valentine would Circle the Shoppin' Center Mall |
| With his radio wailin' the Blues |
| He’d park outside the door of the Video Store |
| Like he was one of the chosen few |
| Saint Valentine drove a red Continental |
| With a headlight out and a dent in the side |
| He swore it wasn’t real; it was only mental |
| But he drove it every single night |