Roger Joseph Manning, Jr. The Loser
Well he wakes up late for breakfast
His hair's all out of place
He dashes for the bus stop
To find the door slammed in his face
Always the loser
But he never seems to mind
Now he dreams of office romance
And that Carry Grant mystique
She says, "dear you must be joking
I'm way out of your reach"
Always the loser
But he never seems to mind
Once he dared to set foot in the promised land
Where the kings and queens of cool reside
Every earthly pleasure was at his command
But every night his empty heart would fear his eyes had lied
Picked last by the captain
It's a reoccurring theme
Take one on the chin son
For the losing team
Always the loser
But he never seems to mind
Always the loser
Alone in his confused world
Always the loser
And he never feels ashamed