| your eyes are focused on a screen of your own choosing |
| your mind is busy with distractions of it’s own |
| my imminent departure is the flavour of the evening |
| you lent me a welcome; i paid interest on the loan |
| your downward glance — a punishment for errant little foibles |
| the things that make us human are unpleasant to your taste |
| each drooping lash has cut me with barbed insinuations |
| i plundered all my savings in hopes that you’re displaces |
| so fond farewell from corny clown |
| i’m going back to lonely town |
| were people weep and others frown |
| empty lives can tumble down |
| in lonely town |
| lonely town |
| lonely town |
| lonely town |
| a broken shadow of a man that you ignore before you |
| once drove the streets of London like leaopard on the prowl |
| the virus that destroyed the youth, the fool who would adore you |
| will take me where the air is grey, the atmosphere is foul |
| so best of luck and all the rest |
| i’m going back to lonley town |
| where good is bad, worse is best |
| empty lives can tumble down |
| in lonely town |
| lonely town |
| lonely town |
| so fond farewell from corny clown |
| i’m going back to lonely town |
| were people weep and others frown |
| empty lives can tumble down |
| in lonely town |
| lonely town |
| lonely town |
| lonely town |