verse 1
Looking through their windows
Peering through lace curtains
All the little la----dies
With grey-hair hat-pinned heads
Watching people they know who don't understand
That they're living their lonely lives second-hand
Even second-hand's better than none
verse 2
Spreading all the gossip
Baking cakes for teatime
All the little la----dies
With lonely single beds
Watching children they know as they jump and play
Trying giving them sweets but they run away
Even naughty boys' better than none
verse 3
Sunday lunch is coming
In a van of kindness
All the little la----dies
With no friends but the dead
Watching doctor they know, as he takes their pulse
Trying giving a smile, for there's nothing else
Even this sad life's better than none