Only the lonely
Know the way I feel tonight
Only the lonely
Know this feeling ain’t right
There goes my baby
There goes my heart
They’re gone forever
So far apart
But only the lonely
Know why
I cry
Only the lonely
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
Whatever we deny or embrace
For worse or for better
We belong, we belong
We belong together
I know (I know)
You belong to somebody new
But tonight you belong to me
Although (Although) we’re apart
You’re a part of my heart
And tonight you belong to me
Button up your overcoat
When the wind is free.
Take good care of yourself,
You belong to me.
Button Up Your Overcoat – Bing Crosby (and countless others)
-“BB”-
I’ve got my love to keep me warm.
When people keep repeating
That you’ll never fall in love
When everybody keeps retreating
But you can’t seem to get enough
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
Let my love open the door
To your heart
Just got home from Illinois, lock the front door, oh boy!
Got to sit down, take a rest on the porch
Imagination sets in, pretty soon I’m singin’
Doo, doo, doo, lookin’ out my back door
Someone’s knocking at the door
Somebody’s ringing the bell
Someone’s knocking at the door
Somebody’s ringing the bell
Do me a favor
Open the door and let 'em in
My wife went in for rabbits and she kept them in a hutch
She only bought two rabbits and it didn’t seem like much
One morning when we looked at them, how they’d multiplied
A million rabbits hopped right out and all the neighbours cried
Shut the door, they’re comin’ through the window
Shut the window, they’re comin’ through the door
Shut the door, they’re comin’ through the window
Oh, the room is full and won’t hold any more
Put your right foot forward
Put your left foot out
Do the Bunny hop
Hop, hop, hop
Dance this new creation
It’s the new sensation
Do the Bunny hop
Hop, hop, hop
Live, baby, live
Now that the day is over
I gotta new sensation
In perfect moments
Impossible to refuse
Sleep, baby, sleep
Now that the night is over
And the sun comes
Like a god into our room
All perfect light and promises
The milk truck hauls the sun up
And the paper hits the door
The subway shakes my floor
And i think about you
Time to face the dawning gray
Of another lonely day
Baby, it’s so hard
Living without you
It’s so hard
Baby, it’s so hard
Baby, it’s so hard
Living without you
Randall S Newman
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall.
Oh, well, it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard? (oh, yes!)
To love one who never did love you?
Oh, well, it’s hard, ain’t it hard, ain’t it hard, great God?
To love one who never will be true?
Hard, Ain’t It Hard? – The Kingston Trio
-“BB”-
Ride, captain ride upon your mystery ship
Be amazed at the friends you have here on your trip
The Magical Mystery Tour is waiting to take you away
Waiting to take you away
Roll up, roll up for the Mystery Tour
Roll up, roll up for the Mystery Tour
Every woman, ev’ry man, join the caravan of love
Stand up(stand up) stand up
Everybody take a stamd
Join the caravan of love
The Housemartins
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, 'cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
(My mother was a big Neil Diamond fan when I was growing up, and so, I heard this song a lot. As a child, I thought that the line “grab the old ladies” was “crabby old ladies” 
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