No one to walk with No one to talk with No one to call my man Heartsick and lonesome All by my ownsome Sittin' on a rubbish can No one to pet with Try and forget with Ever since I began I made my mind up That I would wind up Sittin' on a rubbish can He's and she's give me the breeze I know what their glances mean: "Why don't you just hop right in And help keep the city clean?" No one to tease me No one to squeeze me I don't fit in life's plan Oh, hell! and so on Why must I go on Sittin' on a rubbish can? (Instrumental break) No one to neck with And raise some heck with I'm just an also-ran I'm getting static Up in my attic Sittin' on a rubbish can No one to kiss me Do that and miss me What good is my divan? Gee, it's a burn-up To think I'd turn up Sittin' on a rubbish can So I sing a song of love No one ever hears my song I could even love a moron Even a peepin' tom No one to ride with To sit beside with I'm in a swell sedan Believe me, sisters I'm getting blisters Sittin' on a rubbish can