I'm a willing young man with a back made of steel I can work like a slave in the sun And every day I'll be out on the job And I'll work till the whole job is done If a good woman's arms would be at the door To welcome me home from the day My heart would draw music from deep in my soul And my lips would have something to say A man without love is an unfinished song The lyrics are pointless, ooh, the melody's wrong The beat doesn't keep me long and long Nobody sings an unfinished song Nobody sings an unfinished song I'm on my way down and there's no end in sight For the terrible unending blues If this is the way a man earns his right to love Then I'm surely paying my dues But I'll go on searching, I'll find her someday Cause someone will sure hear my plea For I'm filled with love that I want to give To someone who'll return it to me A man without love is an unfinished song The lyrics are pointless, ooh, the melody's wrong The beat doesn't keep me long and long Nobody sings an unfinished song Nobody sings an unfinished song