Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window, wearing the face,
That she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for?

All the lonely people,
Where do they [bad word] from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
Of a sermon, that no one will hear,
No [bad word] near.
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there,
What does he care?

All the lonely people,
Where do they [bad word] from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name,
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave,
No one was saved...

(Ah, look at all the lonely people!)
All the lonely people,
Where do they [bad word] from?

(Ah, look at all the lonely people!)
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?