Lonnie used to game with the best.
Now it's cold game nights,
His games gather dust, it's tough.
Oooh, so tough.

His family works at "real jobs" all day.
"Got not time for games!"
They bring home their pay for stuff.
Oooh, more stuff.

He says, "I've gotta hold on, to my game lot,
It doesn't make a difference if you play me or not.
I've still got two hands, and a nice spot,
For cards.
You've all lost your shot!"

Whoa!
I'm in despair.
Whoa-oh!
Playin' Solitaire.
I play my hand, and don't have to share.
Whoa!
Playin' Solitaire.

Lonnie's got his game shelf all stocked.
Now he's taking pics,
What he used to play with friends enough.
Enough.

Imagining his games on eBay.
He cries deep inside,
His games whisper,
"Lonnie, come play!
Today."

This one is out of print,
There's a Collector's Box.
I spend more time collecting than I do wearing socks!
I won't sell my games!
No I cannot give up.
I'd rather be shot!

Whoa!
I'm in despair.
Whoa-oh!
Playin' Solitaire.
I play my hand, and don't have to share.
Whoa!
Playin' Solitaire.

Playin' Solitaire!

Ooooooh,
I've gotta hold on, to my game lot.
I need them for game night if you're there or not!

Whoa!
I'm in despair.
Whoa-oh!
Playin' Solitaire.
I play my hand, and don't have to share.
Whoa!
Playin' Solitaire.