Eleanor's Wrinkly

 

Eleanor's Wrinkly

(Eleanor Rigby)

Ah, look at all the wrinkly people

Ah, look at all the wrinkly people

 

Eleanor’s wrinkly

Her skin is as dry as a parchment in the sun

What has she done

Waits at the window

Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

She’s eighty-four?

 

All the wrinkly people

Where do they all come from?

All the wrinkly people

Where do they all belong?

 

Eleanor‘s wrinkly

Spent all her life at the beach or a suntanning bed

She’s soft in the head

Look at her working

Moisturizing in the night when there's nobody there

Why does she care?

 

All the wrinkly people

Where do they all come from?

All the wrinkly people

Where do they all belong?

 

Ah, look at all the wrinkly people

Ah, look at all the wrinkly people

 

Eleanor’s wrinkly

Got melanoma and she found there was no cure

That’s for sure

Eleanor’s wrinkly

Died in the home and was buried along with her name

Nobody came

 

All the wrinkly people (ah, look at all the wrinkly people)

Where do they all come from?

All the wrinkly people (ah, look at all the wrinkly people)

Where do they all belong?