(Original Tune)
Lyrics by Jonathan Jensen
Dear wags and wits, before you sits a smirking, shameless schmoozer,
My brain’s askew, my humor’s blue. Love me, I’m a Loser.
I’m vain and snide, and full of pride, says many an accuser,
I must get ink, or turn to drink. Love me, I’m a Loser.
Not many folks would hang around this person I describe,
But now I have my gang around, at last I found my tribe!
I’m bad at sports, look sad in shorts, no barrel-chested bruiser,
I’ve got esprit du repartee! So love me, I’m a lonely, lib’ral, language-loving,
Lexiconniving Loser!