Lonely,
So very lonely,
So very very very lonely...
Why must I stay
In this lonely room,
Watching "The Gong Show"
And thinking of you?
Loneliest chair,
Loneliest bed,
Loneliest déjà vu,
In the loneliest, loneliest, loneliest, loneliest room
In the world.
I tried marijuana,
Cocaine and heroin,
But they just can't seem to get the thought of you
Out from under my skin.
I'm lonelier now,
Lonelier than I've ever been,
In the loneliest, loneliest, loneliest, loneliest room
In the world.
Phone never rings,
Postman never brings a thing.
Even the singles clubs
Won't give me a whirl
Plants all dead (even my cactus),
Beer cans 'round my bed
In the loneliest room
In the world.
I tried marijuana,
Cocaine and heroin,
Can't seem to get the thought of you
Out from under my skin.
I'm the loneliest man,
Lonelier than I've ever been,
In the loneliest, loneliest, loneliest, loneliest room
In the world.
(Sob sob sob...)
I'm not sorry for myself.
I'm sorry for that Miss Right who can't find me.
(Sob sob sob...)
Miss Right, I'm thinkin' of you tonight
In your lonely room.
The singles clubs won't even answer your phone.
You got the blues,
'Cause you go around singles club news
In your loneliest room in the world.
Your room might even be lonelier than my room,
Though I doubt it, baby
It's lonely, lonely...
(Sob sob sob...)
Lonely...
--Root Boy Slim and the Sex Change Band with the Rootettes (I am not
making this up)
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