Meet the King of lonely hearts
He wants all to know
He’s available, hear the call
He comes home and shouts
Is anybody home and
No one answers
Just a silent no, no, no

The King pours himself a stiff one
Turns on the TV
Then considers writing a verse or two
Of poetry
The topic will be lost love
A romance he will relive
With a girl who used to love him
‘Til she had no more to give

A beautiful house he has
High up on a hill
If only he could share it
The King and his girl
That is all he wants
He’s got everything he needs
Except the emptiness inside
Somebody help him, please