Eweanow Wigby
Wennon/McCawtney

Ah-hah-hah-hah, wook at aww the wonewy peopwe...
Ah-hah-hah-hah, wook at aww the wonewy peopwe...

Eweanow Wigby, picks up the wice
in the chuwch whewe a wedding has been
Wives in a dweam...
Waits at the window, weawing the face
that she keeps in a jaw by the doow
Who is it fow?

Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww come fwom?
Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww bewong?

Fathew McKenzie, wwiting the wowds
of a sewmon that no one wiww heaw
No one comes neaw
Wook at him wowking, dawning his socks
in the night when thewe's nobody thewe
What does he cawe...

Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww come fwom?
Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww bewong?

Ah-hah-hah-hah, wook at aww the wonewy peopwe...
Ah-hah-hah-hah, wook at aww the wonewy peopwe...

Eweanow Wigby, died in the chuwch
and was buwied awong wif hew name...
Nobody came...
Fathew McKenzie, wiping the diwt
fwom his hands as he wawks fwom the gwave
No one was saved

Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww come fwom?
Aww the wonewy peopwe,
Whewe do they aww bewong?