Simple and honest, gentle and kind   All of the town folk, think he’s lost his mind    He prays for the rich so he’ll give to the poor   Doesn’t ask much of nothing, doesn’t want nothing more      He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way   A lot on his mind, but not much to say   He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day   He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way      He was in love, with a girl long ago   He left her for reasons, she’ll never know   He never looks back, on what might have been   Cuz he knows that he’ll never love like that again      He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way   A lot on his mind, but not much to say   He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day   He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way      They’re all tried and true, all the clear shades   He gave one his all, to give up his ways   The bitches have ripped, the flesh from his bones   And the bastards are fat, because he’s alone      He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way   A lot on his mind, but not much to say   He talks to Jesus, at least twice a day   He’s lonely by choice, and he likes it that way         Lonely by choice, and he likes it that way