Listen to the story
Of a lonely fool,
Who fell in love with teacher
When I was at school.
But I knew our love could never be,
She could not be mine,
For she was nearly twenty-three,
I was thirty-nine.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
I went to my first dance,
I met sweet Irene,
She had the loveliest eyes
I have ever seen.
I said, "Within those lovely eyes
I could live and die."
She said, "The left one ought to suit you then
'Cause it's got a sty."
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
The next girl that I danced with
Liked me a little better,
She had her name embroidered
Right across her sweater.
But she had no sense of humour,
Didn't like my cheek.
You see, her name was Pat,
My case comes up next week.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
Now my lonely nights are over
Ever since I met Claire,
She was the fat tattooed lady
From the local fair.
And she's promised she will be my wife,
The thought makes my poor heart pound,
For I'll have heat in the winter, shade in the summer
And moving pictures all the year round.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
No more will I be a lonely boy.
(He's a lonely boy, such a lonely boy)
Of a lonely fool,
Who fell in love with teacher
When I was at school.
But I knew our love could never be,
She could not be mine,
For she was nearly twenty-three,
I was thirty-nine.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
I went to my first dance,
I met sweet Irene,
She had the loveliest eyes
I have ever seen.
I said, "Within those lovely eyes
I could live and die."
She said, "The left one ought to suit you then
'Cause it's got a sty."
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
The next girl that I danced with
Liked me a little better,
She had her name embroidered
Right across her sweater.
But she had no sense of humour,
Didn't like my cheek.
You see, her name was Pat,
My case comes up next week.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
Why am I such a lonely boy?
Now my lonely nights are over
Ever since I met Claire,
She was the fat tattooed lady
From the local fair.
And she's promised she will be my wife,
The thought makes my poor heart pound,
For I'll have heat in the winter, shade in the summer
And moving pictures all the year round.
Lonely boy, lonely boy,
No more will I be a lonely boy.
(He's a lonely boy, such a lonely boy)