No Man Left for Me

Alone again and blue,
 He's left me alone again - what's new?
 All I do is sit and stare
 At a snapshot and an empty chair
 What good's a man who's never there?
 He's a trav'ling man, he's a flying man,
 After dinner speaker, speachifying man
 He's a one man show on the radio
 He's a columnist, friend of presidents,
 Movie star for the nations residents,
 Ziegfeld's starring man, walking talking man,
 Mister busy bee
 There's no man left for me
 Sometimes I tell myself the worm's turning
 I'll pack a bag and leave him flat
 But every time I start
 This feeling floods my heart
 He needs me to feed the cat
 But when I'm by myself I'm so lonesome
 A party makes it twice as grim
 The people laugh and play
 My mind is miles away
 It's off on the road with him
 Hotel staying man, suitcase packing man,
 When I look around me he's the lacking man
 He's most anywhere, land or sea or air
 As an absentee he's a winner man
 Out to lunch and won't be home for dinner man
 Loop the looping man, fly the cooping man
 It's so plain to see
 He wont miss me
 He don't need me
 Gonna get away from mister busy bee
 I can't make love to a shadow
 And there's no man left for me