50 plays

I’m left in misery
The girl I love’s gone across the sea
I’m all alone
I ain’t got no home
Mandy was her name
Sleepin’ was her game
She didn’t care about me
Oh God, baby can’t you see

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

I need her tender touch
Oh, I need it oh so much
I can’t forget
I’m so upset
I wonder where she’s gone
I wonder where she went wrong
I wanna get her back to me
But I think she’s tired of me

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

Every time I think of her
It brings back memories
I remember how it used to be
Oh baby, can’t you see?
Oh baby, come back to me.

I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy
I’m a lonely boy

Oh my darlin’ can’t you see
You’re the one that means so much to me
I know I need you’re tender touch
Oh I need it oh so much
I can’t wait to fill your crotch
Oh what a crotch
I can’t wait to fuck it

❝ Part of me would like to be accepted by all facets of society and not be this loudmouthed lunatic musician. But I cannot be what I am not. Because of my attitude, all the other boys’ parents … instinctively recognised what I was, which was a troublemaker, meaning I did not conform and I would influence their kids, which I did. … I did my best to disrupt every friend’s home … Partly, maybe, it was out of envy that I didn’t have this so-called home, but I really did … There were five women who were my family. Five strong, intelligent women. Five sisters. Those women were fantastic … that was my first feminist education … One happened to be my mother … she just couldn’t deal with life. She had a husband who ran away to sea and the war was on and she couldn’t cope with me, and when I was four-and-a-half, I ended up living with her elder sister … the fact that I wasn’t with my parents made me see that parents are not gods. ❞
-John Lennon