Aretha Franklin

I?m Eleanor Rigby, I picked up the rice
In the church where the weddin?s had been, yeah
I?m Eleanor Rigby, I?m keepin? my face in a jar by the door
You wanna know what is it for?
Well, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from? yeah
All the lonely people, where do they all belong? now now
Father McKenzie writin? a words to a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him workin?, darnin? his socks in the night
What does he care? yeah
All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong? yea!
Uum-hum-um-um, um hum- hum- yea!