ANTHONY DIGBY

This is a tale of lonely people,
This is a tale of lonely people.

Anthony Digby
Lives on his own in a house that he bought long ago,
What do you know?
Looks through his window,
Watching the world as it passes each day by his door.
Never does more.

Both his next-door neighbours,
They often try to call.
But he never answers,
They have no luck at all.

Billy Macpherson,
Writing his blog as he sits in the pub drinking beer,
He's always here.
Out from his office,
Telling his boss that he's working through lunch in the park.
Oh, what a lark!

All his office workmates,
They often try to call.
But he never answers,
They have no luck at all.

Billy and Tony lonely people,
Billy and Tony lonely people.

Anthony Digby
Finally put on his coat and then walked to the bar,
Not very far.
Billy Macpherson
Bought him a pint of real ale and a sandwich as well.
So they could tell...
All their mates and neighbours (now they're no longer lonely people)
Who now know where to call.
And they get their answers (now they're no longer lonely people)
There's no problem at all.