Lyrics Poor Baby - Stephen Sondheim

Poor Baby

Robert
What?
I worry
Why?
He’s all alone
There’s no one—
Where?
In his life
Oh
Robert ought to have a woman
Poor baby, all alone
Evening after evening by the telephone
We’re the only tenderness he’s ever known
Poor baby!
David—
Yes?
Robert
What?
I worry
Why?
It’s such a waste
There’s no one—
Where?
In his life
Oh
Robert ought to have a woman
Poor baby, sitting there
Staring at the walls and playing solitaire
Making conversation with the empty air
Poor baby!
Robert…
Bobby…
Robert, angel…
Bobby, honey…
You know
No one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But isn’t she a little bit, well
You know
Face it
Why her?
Better
No one—
…wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But—
Isn’t she a little bit, well
You know
Face it--
You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do--
You know, no one
Wants you to be happy
More than I do
No one
But--
Isn’t she a little bit, well—
Dumb?
Tacky?
Vulgar?
Old?
Tall?
Aggressive?
Where is she from?
Neurotic?
Peculiar?
And cheap?
She seems so dead
She’s tall enough to be your mother
And gross?
Depressing?
She’s very weird
And immature?
Goliath!
Poor baby, all alone
Throw a lonely dog a bone, it’s still a bone
We’re the only tenderness he’s ever known
Poor baby!