Post office clerks put up signs saying position closed,
And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats,
And janitors padlock the gates 
For security guards to patrol, 
And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink 
While the married ones turn on a chat show.

And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.

 

And gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve anymore.

Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go.
And by five o'clock everything's dead,
And every third car is a cab.
And ignorant people sleep in their beds,
Like the doped white mice in the college lab.

And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all.
The needle returns to the start of the song,
And we all sing along like before.
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.

And telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there.
The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care.
And close-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same
movie every day,
And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
Just survive constant action replay.

And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all.
The needle returns to the start of the song,
And we all sing along like before.
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.

And bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs.
While angry from Manchester writes to complain about
All the repeats on T.V.
And computer terminals report some gains
On the values of copper and tin.
While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
For the price of a hospital wing.

And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all.
The needle returns to the start of the song,
And we all sing along like before.
And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all.
They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
And we'll all go along like before.
And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.

 

 



(Music starts at 1:19.)