Ella Fitzgerald — Lonely Is

If you wanna know what lonely is The dictionary's not the place to go If you really wanna know what lonely is Ask an expert, I know Lonely is a telephone you use for a paperweight Lonely is a mailbox with nothing inside Lonely is a quart of rye you've had for a year or more Lonely is the laundry you don't have to hide Lonely is a Christmas tree that no-one else will see A three room apartment with only one key Lonely is so many things when all's said and done But all together, they add up to one I guess you'd say That, in a way What lonely is, is me Lonely is a welcome mat that's waiting on the floor To welcome the paper that's left at the door Lonely is so many things when all's said and done But all together, they add up to one I guess you'd say That, in a way What lonely is, is me