Are you lonesome tonight, does your tummy feel tight?
Did you bring your Mylanta and Tums?
Does your memory stray, to that bright sunny day
When you had all your teeth and your gums?
Is your hairline receding, are your eyes growing dim?
Hysterectomy for her and it’s prostrate for him
Does your back give you pain … do your knees predict rain?
Tell me dear, are your lonesome tonight?
Is your blood pressure up, your cholesterol down?
Are you eating your low-fat cuisine?
All that oat bran and fruit, Metamucil to boot, keeps you like a
well-oiled machine
If it’s hockey or baseball … he sure knows the score
Yes, he knows where it’s at … but forgets what it’s for
So, your gall bladder’s gone, and his gout lingers on
Tell me dear, are your lonesome tonight?
When you’re hungry, he’s not. When you’re cold, then he’s hot
Then you start that old thermostat war.
When you turn out the light, he goes left, you go right
Then you get his great symphonic snore
He was once so romantic, and witty and smart
How’d he turn out to be such a cranky old fart?
So don’t take any bets, this is as good as it gets
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight