Saw a man about fifty or soHe looked lonely but his eyes were brightHe was walking up the Holland Park RoadAnd I sto pped him to ask for a lightHe practacally froze when I spokeBut eased when he saw my cigaretteThen I saw as he lit up my smo keBeneath his coat he was naked and wetWith eyes full of shameFor he knew that I knewHe slumped to the wall with a moanI said 'I know there's no nameFor what you go throughBut how can you do it alone.'I crossed the street to the local newstore Flicked through some cheap magazinesBeside me some schoolkid I sawPush some girlie mags down into his jeansThe shop girl was watching amazedAsked me to call for the police.She screamed at his blushing young faceAnd he escaped into the streets.Wit h eyes full of shame [etc.]Do it alone, how can you do it alone,I need your help, so I can do it by myself.Do it alone, don 't have to breathe down a phoneI ain't got a clue, 'bout the things that you doBut how...can you do it alone.How can you do it.Back at the flat my girl sat in the showerAnd wasn't too keen on me sharingShe came out well after an hourAnd by that time I was past caringSome women it seems have the knackOf attaining that stars in their dreamsThey simply relax and lay bac kWhile people like us scratch our jeans.With eyes full of shameAnd I know it must showI slump - and I fall and I groanWil l somebody explainWhat I need to knowHow can you do it alone.How can you do it.How can you do it without any helpHow can you do it all by yourself.