The Berlin trip continues, with another very old song, produce in the Q way, by Q.
Getting all the lyrics and not just the chorus. The chorus is what most of those that have recorded it, used as the song.
This is not the song the Eric Carmen song.

All By Myself - By Irving Berlin, published in 1921.

I'm so unhappy
What'll I do?
I long for somebody who
Will sympathize with me
I'm growing so tired of living alone
I lie awake all night and cry
Nobody loves me
That's why
------- this is the section that most recorded, some with a musical interlude -----
All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night
I sit alone with a table and chair
So unhappy there, Playing solitaire
All by myself I get lonely
Watching the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
on somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself

My name and number is in the book
The one that hangs on the hook
In almost every drug store
Why don't somebody bother to look?
My central tells me all day long
Sorry the number is wrong
All by myself in the morning
All by myself in the night
I never have any sweethearts
call on me
The problem seems
to be, my only company
All by myself it's so dreary
Watching the clock on the shelf
There must be someone that knows
the loving I could be giving

Yet I keep on living
All by myself