I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted.
Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the mornings…

I fry my kipper, mash my tea :
it would be nicer if someone could share it with me.
But, nevertheless, I
get by on my own :
there's just one chair underneath my table.
I eat my breakfast alone,
and I don’t shed many tears.

People gossip and they say
that happiness is passing me by.
I’m quite happy in my own small way,
although I sometimes cry a little…

I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted.
Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the afternoons… 
I walk in the park, under the trees,
and it would be nicer if someone could walk with me.
But, nevertheless, I
get by on my own :
I feed the ducks from a single paper bag.
I pick me flowers alone,
and I don’t shed many tears.

People gossip and they say
that happiness is passing me by.
I’m quite happy in my own small way,
although I sometimes cry a little...

I’ve been left on the shelf, but don't go think I’m broken-hearted.
Although I live by meself, I don’t shed many tears in the evenings…
I watch my telly regularly :
it would be nicer if someone could watch with me.
But, nevertheless, I
get by on my own :
I talk in my sleep to my hot-water bottle.
I drink my cocoa alone,
and I don’t shed many tears.
I don’t shed many tears.
I don’t shed many tears.