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?