This is a story about a lonely, lonely man He lived in a lonely house, on a lonely street In a lonely part of the world But, of course, he had the internet The internet, as you know was his friend You could say his best friend They would play with each

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

The greatest man I never knew lived just down the hall, and ev'ry day we said hello but never touched at all. He was in his paper. I was in my room. How was I to know he thought I hung the moon? The greatest man I never knew came home late ev'ry night,

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too