Bing Crosby All By Myself
All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night
I sit alone in my cozy Morris chair
So unhappy there, playing solitaire
I'm all by myself and I get lonely
(Yes, as he gets lonesome by himself)
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head on somebody's shoulder
(Just lay it here)
I hate to grow older
All by myself