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| He has a table and a chair And a bed in his room, Some pictures on the walls And a single coat hook, A kettle on the stove, A bowl and spoon, A pot with a lid So he can cook soup. He gets up very early And he goes to work, Smiles at the folks who Buy the drinks that he serves, Comes home late at night And counts the tips he's earned, Takes a bath, eats some toast And irons up a shirt. He's a lonely, lonely man. He's a late twentieth century man. He would like to fall in love, But he can't find the time To find someone. He has a little bit of money, Some family heirlooms, A fine suit of wool And a cat he calls "Puss." Sometimes he watches TV, Sometimes he reads a book, But mostly he just sits at night And stares out at the moon. He's a good man, He doesn't break rules, He just tries to get along, But he's no one's fool. He has come so far Since the baby boom, And if there'll be another one He thinks it'd be too soon! He's a lonely, lonely man. He's a late twentieth century man. He would like to fall in love, But he can't find the time To find someone. |
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