Coyne Lonely lovers, stuccoed walls, welsh waterfalls You wonder why nobody sees you, nobody calls The world outside can take a ride You got your siamese cat and that's fat and that's that (So so fat) Lonely lovers, cleaning cars Sundays afternoons Trapped and wrapped in some kind of suburban gloom Lonely lovers, what could we do, what can we say? Every little cardboard dog has its day Lonely lovers, you're all alone and you're crying Outside your little flat, there's a baby dying Lonely lovers, I love you but you love no-one You don't care, you'd sooner rush out and buy a gun (bang!) (So fat) Lonely lovers, one more time and let's hold hands Maybe I'm the only one in this world who understands (Fat fat fat!)