you're awfully busy, miss rigby
collectin' rice on floors
you're in a tizzy, miss rigby
face is in jar, stored
who for, miss rigby ?
what you wanna do that for ?

come on, "pops" mackenzie
its a sermon, you must write
you darn your socks up, all frenzied
through the long dark night
just take a look how hard you're workin'
its such a pitiful sight

your life is over, miss rigby
buried with your name
poor lady !
hate the fact that no one came
too bad, too bad, too bad, lady !
you left with no survivin' man

"pops" mackenzie buried
he wiped the dirt from the grave
face was drawn and harried
sadly, no one was saved
you seem forgotten, miss rigby
no will remember you

all those lonely people
well, they sure been on my mind
where do they come from, these people ?
will some peace they find ?
oh you can look and see they're lonely
it seems the world is unkind