Oh Freddie Freddie, I miss you so much. Life is absolute - Dry martini, James, and I mean dry - Hell without you. I'm so so so Alone On my French ivory phone Adrift in a sea of ennui Just twenty-two servants and me Not dry enough Alone Here I am on my own Champagne and fois gras Just twenty-two garcon and moi Not dry enough I'm so lost without you Life doesn't seem right Although it's Petrus they're pouring I find it all boring I need you to get through the night Too dry Alone I'm so freaking alone (freaking alone) Dancing 'till half-past three Just twenty-two playboys and me Keep your gala premieres They bore me to tears I always feel blue At a fancy to-do Who needs elation Delightful sensation I don't want fun I want you But I'm flying solo 'Cause I'm so oh so alone Alone Alone!