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 

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