I am thinking just now of nobody And all that nobody's done. For I've a passion for nobody That nobody else would own. I bear the name of nobody, For from nobody I sprung. And I sing the praise of nobody As nobody mine has done.
In life's young morning nobody To me was tender and dear And my cradle was rocked by nobody For nobody was ever near. I was petted and praised by nobody
And nobody brought me up. And when I was hungry nobody Gave me to drink and sup.
I went to school to nobody, And nobody taught me to read. I played in the streets with nobody And nobody ever gave heed. I recounted my tale to nobody For nobody was willing to hear, And my heart it clung to nobody And to nobody to shed a tear.
And when I grew older, nobody Gave me a helping turn. And by the good aid of nobody, I began my living to earn. And hence I courted nobody And said I'd nobody be, I asked to marry nobody And nobody married me.
Thus I trudged with nobody And nobody cheers my life. I have love for nobody Which nobody has for his wife. So here's a health to nobody For nobody's now in town, And I've a passion for nobody That nobody else would own.
Updated: Friday, April 22, 2011 10:49 AM EDT
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