| I’m a man, they say, who lives the ideal |
| A fancy home and a telephone in my automobile |
| Old friends they tell me I’m a lucky kind of man |
| Not a few would kill to do the things that I can |
| Got a reputation and your name on the door |
| Don’t mean a thing to me, there’s something I want more… |
| Mr. Lonely, try to understand |
| She’s the only, the wants and the needs of a driven man |
| Mr. Lonely, she’s got me on my knees |
| She’s the only, money can’t buy what money can’t see |
| The streets are lined with men she’s had for a while |
| She chews 'em up and spits 'em out, service with a smile |
| And as I lay me down, I toss in my bed |
| She runs too deep, I just can’t sleep, she’s stuck in my head |
| Why can’t you be happy with the things that you’ve got? |
| 'Cause the only thing I want is the thing that I have not… |
| Mr. Lonely, try to understand |
| She’s the only, the wants and the needs of a starving man |
| Mr. Lonely, they’re dancing with my girl |
| She’s the only, I’ve got everything in this world |
| But I’d throw it all away, just to have her for a day |
| No, it’s got to be… eternally… |
| An early grave is where she’s driving you to |
| You’d think that I would stop, but there’s nothin' I can do |
| Mr. Lonely, never could understand |
| She’s the only, the wants and the needs of an honest man |
| Mr. Lonely, got me on my knees |
| She’s the only, my money can’t buy what my money can’t see |
| Mr. Lonely, am I too young? Am I too old? |
| She’s the only, am I too hot? Am I too cold? |
| Mr. Lonely, it’s gone too long, I can’t go on |
| She’s the only, but I won’t go 'cause she’s all I know |
| Why can’t you be happy with the things that you’ve got? |