call all the talk show hosts the words out on the streetfirst one who gets a hold of this wise ratings won't be beati'm ready to take it public put the mic into my handand i'll tell the world that i'm a lonely mancall all the record stores they'll be clearing off the shelvesmaking way for the hottest thing since the king first gave him hellwhile the whole world will stop and listen when i strike up the bandand i tell them all that i'm a lonely manlonely in the morninglonely at nightlonely in the morninglonely when things are falling apartand lonely when they're all rightlonely as a jukeboxrusting on the floorwondering why nobody wants to hear them old songs no morelonely alonelonely alonelonely with nobody to helplonely lonelylonely alonelonely alonelonely alonelonely that never gets oldlonely aloneLonely in the morningLonely at nightLonely when things are falling apartAnd lonely when they're alrightLonely as a music boxRusting on the shelfWishing my arms was long enoughFor me to open up myselfBetter call the presidentBetter call the presidentTell him maximum alertIf they handle this diplomaticallyI hope nobody gets hurtWhile the markets may bustAnd the crops turn to dustI'll fix it all if I canBut I gotta tell the world thatI'm a lonely manWhoa, I'll tell them all