All the lonely people put their hands
In the personal crotched afghan
Roll themselves in rows, they find a place
Where their hair cannot reveal their face

One of them has happened to have pains
One of them will know enough to ache

All delighted
All delighted
All delighted

All delighted
All delighted
All delighted

All delighted people raise their hands
All delighted people raise their hands
All delighted people raise their hands
All delighted people raise their hands