Lyrics Lonely Is - Ella Fitzgerald

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 paper weight
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