Mr. Lonely

We got debutantes and socialites
And mamas from the PTA
We got bags of rich dressed up in white
And little black dress divorces
Long live the blues
Theyre keeping me in business
Some wanna dance and some wanna party
Whatever they need, they call me
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-Youre-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When youre lonely, lying in the dark
Im the number that you know by broken heart
No, I aint Mr. Right, Im Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Yeah, some are in from outta town
Just lookin for some fun
Order a couple of bottles or more
Yeah, I can be the one
Long live the blues
Im backed up to November
You can find me in the book or on a bathroom wall
When they all want a rendezvous, they call
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-Youre-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When youre lonely, lying in the dark
Im the number that you know by broken heart
No, I aint Mr. Right, Im Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Oh, play that steel, Paul
So if you got a girl, you better treat her right
You better never tell a lie
You better never start a fight
Cause when she hangs up on you
Guess whos on the other line?
Hes never hard to find
Mr. Lonely, Mr. Good-Time
Mr. One-Youre-Gonna-Want-On-A-Saturday-Night
When youre lonely, lying in the dark
Im the number that you know by broken heart
No, I aint Mr. Right, Im Mr. Right-Now
The one all the girls are talking about
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
The one and only, Mr. Lonely
Long live the blues