Lonely...
I’m Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Now I am so lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone
I’m So Ronery
I’m so ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone
There’s no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne
I work very hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems that no one takes me serirousry
And so I’m ronery
A little ronery
Poor rittre me
There’s nobody
I can rerate to
Feer rike a bird in a cage
It’s kinda sihry
But not rearry
Because it’s fihring my body with rage
I work rearry hard to stay nice and fit
But none of the women seem to give a s...
When I rure the world maybe they’rr notice me
But untir then I’rr just be ronery
Rittre ronery, poor rittre me
I’m so ronery
I’m so ronery