From my kitchen window, I spy Buddy
Where did his mother go?
I wonder over tea and toast and honey,
It is 3am, he is in his PJ's talking to his cats again
Oh Buddy

They say that Buddy's lived in that house since '43
Now that his mother's gone, Buddy never married
Neither he or me can sleep
We've both got worries but Buddy has got no one
Oh Buddy

I knew the moment I saw you that I would write this story for you
I knew the moment I saw you

Watching him wash his hands repeatedly
Where did your mother go?
I know you must miss her Buddy
Saw him on the street just once - Sunday suit,
And his hair wet down to his face
He smiled at no one I could see

There's a Buddy on every block
There's a Buddy behind some big brick wall
Keeping company with newspapers,
Passing time to the sound of their own voice

I knew the moment I saw you