Of all the people in this lonely old world
Who are the loneliest three
Why, the cop on the beat, the man in the moon and me
Around the corner there's a party upstairs
Here on the corner are we
The cop on the beat, the man in the moon and me
I go to my room and I open the door
But there's nothing, but gloom
So I go to the corner, just to hang around some more
I see the happy looking couples go by
They're so in love they can't see
The cop on the beat, the man in the moon and me