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  • Ah look at all the misled people
    Ah look at all the misled people

    Hillary Wrigley, picks up her life
    Thinking she’s just a has been
    She wants to scream
    So unexpected, losing the race
    That they told her she never could lose
    And what is more…

    All the bloody pollsters
    Where do they all come from?
    All the blasted pundits
    Why should they all get paid?

    Bigly J Trumpet, mouthing the words
    Of agendas that many will fear
    Look at him leer
    Socking it to us, thinking his deals
    Are private and no one will hear
    What are they for?

    All the luckless people
    What will become of them?
    All the clueless people
    Will they get the bent?

    Ah, look at all the hopeful people
    Ah, look at all the sold-out people

    Hillary Wrigley, lost in the lurch
    Was thinking of changing her name
    Nobody cared
    Bigly J Trumpet, going to church
    While collecting rents and arrears
    Look what he’s saved

    All his luckless subjects
    What will become of them?
    For all his regal trappings
    He’s just a rentier
  • Eleanor Rigby

    Ah look at all the lonely people
    Ah look at all the lonely people

    Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
    In the church where a wedding has been
    Lives in a dream
    Waits at the window, wearing the face
    That she keeps in a jar by the door
    Who is it for

    All the lonely people
    Where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people
    Where do they all belong?

    Father McKenzie, writing the words
    Of a sermon that no one will hear
    No one comes near
    Look at him working, darning his socks
    In the night when there's nobody there
    What does he care

    All the lonely people
    Where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people
    Where do they all belong?

    Ah look at all the lonely people
    Ah look at all the lonely people

    Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
    And was buried along with her name
    Nobody came
    Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
    From his hands as he walks from the grave
    No one was saved

    All the lonely people
    Where do they all come from?
    All the lonely people
    Where do they all belong?


    Songwriters: John Lennon and Paul McCartney
    Eleanor Rigby lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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