All alone, I'm so all alone
There is no one else but me
Sitting in my haute couture
Not even one damn sig-na-ture
I'm all alone, hope I don't snap
Eating Iraq pap that tastes like crap
I'm all alone with smelly Brahma bulls
Alone with cameramen and other fools
I'm all alone, no telephone
All alone and feeling blue
Wond'ring where are all my fans
Guess they're all alone and crazy, too
Leni
Excellent-o-mundo!
Excellent-o-mundo!