(Eleanor Rigby)
Ah, look at all the wrinkly people
Ah, look at all the wrinkly people
Eleanor’s wrinkly
Her skin is as dry as a parchment in the sun
What has she done
Waits at the window
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
She’s eighty-four?
All the wrinkly people
Where do they all come from?
All the wrinkly people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor‘s wrinkly
Spent all her life at the beach or a suntanning bed
She’s soft in the head
Look at her working
Moisturizing in the night when there's nobody there
Why does she care?
All the wrinkly people
Where do they all come from?
All the wrinkly people
Where do they all belong?
Ah, look at all the wrinkly people
Ah, look at all the wrinkly people
Eleanor’s wrinkly
Got melanoma and she found there was no cure
That’s for sure
Eleanor’s wrinkly
Died in the home and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
All the wrinkly people (ah, look at all the wrinkly people)
Where do they all come from?
All the wrinkly people (ah, look at all the wrinkly people)
Where do they all belong?