{I don't know what's it all This is song called 'I'm a loser'} Last train's eleven, it's now quarter past Why're you tryin' to make the evenin' move so fast? Not in real trouble but I can't go back home They locked those doors and I'm left out alone You can come to my place and sleep on the couch Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out Hard times out on the street Hard times, hard to beat The painted lies, they all hand you I'm a loser on the road I'm a loser on the road Euston station and it's cold as ice All night specials, they move you on But me and ginger over there We got this thing where we really take care You can come to my place and sleep on the couch Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out Hard times out on the street Hard times, hard to beat The painted lies, they all hand you I'm a loser on the road I'm a loser on the road

You said to believe it And this time, I know that you mean it 'Cause boy, I'm just a loser For your love I lied and I cheated And gave you none of what you needed But boy, I'm just a loser For your love You can't celebrate A house fallin' down Not a crumblin' Heart-breakin' sound I would tell you I'm proud Just not sighin' Or breakin' sound If ever you need me Pick up that phone and you'll see me 'Cause boy, I'm just a loser For your love I'll always be a loser For your love But boy, I'm just a loser For your love

I been told when a boy kiss a girl Take a trip around the world Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, boys Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy! (alright, George!) My girl says when I kiss her lips Gets a thrill through her fingertips Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop, m'bop bop shuop) Hey, hey, (bop shuop) yeah, she say ya do (bop shuop) Well, I talk about boys Don't ya know I mean boys Well, I talk about boys, now Aaahhh, aaahhh Well, I talk about boys, now What a bundle of joy Boys Don't ya know I mean boys Boys Aaahhh, aaahhh...