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(Benson/Falkner)
Like a folk singer's song I'm moving on
And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong
When the girls are looking on
When the girls are looking on
If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
I can picture myself walking down any street
Telling people that I meet
Looks like rain to me
Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone cuz my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in
She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn Lennon
Will I ever get over this
Having tasted your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrists
And drop your fists
Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house
Become more of a man and less like a mouse
Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
In the gulf of Mexico I'll get soused
Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid
Of a full scale air-raid
From the choices that I've made
When I heard the news about the union dues
And how each time I lose no matter which door I choose
I put on my walking shows
And I just cruised (and you know I got bruised)
It was fun while it lasted until it was blasted
Right out of the water and into fantastic
Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
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(Benson)
This is the sound of the world's smallest violin
I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in
You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty
You've had it rough you've made it very clear
That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe)
Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry
You've got to be
The most unfortunate guy
Don't go on you're gonna make us cry
The most unfortunate guy
I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list
And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest
You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
You're soakin up the sun after selling us the rainThis is the sound of the
world's smallest violin
I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in
You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty
You've had it rough you've made it very clear
That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe)
Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry
You've got to be
The most unfortunate guy
Don't go on you're gonna make us cry
The most unfortunate guy
I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list
And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest
You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
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(Benson)
You'll be sorry the next time you see me
You'll eat your hat I promise you that
I'll say I told you so and you'll bow your head
I'll feel so powerful when your face turns to red
Cause hard luck was all that I had and
I felt stuck in the mud I was a sad and sorry case but I've turned about face
and
I feel great and I'm gonna run and I won't beak for nothing or no one
You just wait…I feel like myself again
Where were you then my fair weather friend
I was such a mess you couldn't care less
Now that I'm over it no thanks to you
You'll say you're owed for it but you know it ain't true
I won't forget I'm gonna make you regret
The day you was born I'm gonna leave you forlorn
You'll beg and you'll plead for me to forgive
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