I came home yesterday to my belongings on the lawn
My baby's not the kind of girl you want to string along
God help my soul, I've gotta pay the toll
And if she doesn't take me back, I'm gonnna lose control

She said I've been a drunken fool, I guess that may be true
But when you're tearin' up the town, well what's a boy to do?
I'll go and be where everyone can see poor poor lonely me

I'm just about to lose my mind, oh what's become of me?
Maybe they should lock me up and throw away the key
Or I could be where everyone can see poor poor lonely me

I'm just about to lose my mind, oh what's become of me?
Maybe they should lock me up and throw away the key
Or I could be where everyone could see poor poor lonely me
Admission is free, so everyone can see poor poor lonely me
Poor poor lonely me