You can tell your ma i moved to Arkansas
Or 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 Im ok
Oh you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today

But dont tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just dont think it'd understand
And if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man!

What a song - what lyrics - what a twat of a haircut!!