(andrew m. gold)



He was born on a summer day

Nineteen sixty-one

And with the slap of a hand he had landed as an only son

Mother and father said what a lovely boy

We'll teach him what we learned

Oh yes just what we learned

We'll dress him up warmly and we'll send him to school

It'll teach him how to fight and be nobody's fool



Oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy



In the summer of sixty-three

His mother brought him a sister

And she told him we must attend to her needs



She's so much younger that you

Well he ran down the hall and he cried

Oh how could his parents have lied

When they said he was the only son

He thought he was the only one



Oh, oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy

Oh what a lonely boy



He left home on a winter day

Nineteen seventy-nine

And he hoped to find all the love he had

Lost in that earlier time

Well his sister grew up and she married a man

She gave him a son, oh yes a lovely son

They dressed him up warmly

They sent him to school

It taught him how to fight and be nobody's fool



Oh, oh what a lonely boy