Have you seen the old man in the closed down market   Kicking up the papers with his worn out shoes?   In his eyes you see no pride,   And held loosely at his side   Yesterday's papers telling yesterday's news      CHORUS:   So how can you tell me you're lonely?   And say for you that the sun don't shine   Let me take you by the hand   and lead you through the streets of London   I'll show you something to make you change your mind      In the all night cafe, at a quarter past eleven   Same old man sitting there all alone   Looking at the world over the rim of his tea cup   Each tea lasts an hour, and he wanders home alone      CHORUS      Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London   Dirt on her face, and her clothes in rags   She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking   Carrying her home in two carrier bags      CHORUS