I was born a loser, and as far as I can tellnI was born to lose you, I'll admit that pretty wellnBut I'm at least obstruction as I'm ringin' on your bellnThere in the lights on Saturday night, wellnnBe good to me, 'cause far as I can see, you cannNever know, Where we might be down the roadnAnd I'll remember, I'll remembernYes I will remembernOh how mean and nasty you werennI may not ammount to nothing you would like to knownAnd I may like to count the fingers wrapped around my throatnBut I may have and ace that you wold really like to seenThere in the lights on Saturday night, wellnnYou picked me up, just so you could walk me on downnThe crooked stares, I recieved from you and your friendsnThere at the house, starin' like some elephant whonSees a mouse, pullin' on that guillotine stringnnYou and I went places I did not expect to gonYou had showed me faces I did not expect I'd knownBut you threw me in traffic that was anything but slownOut at the light on Saturday night, wellnnnYou picked me up, just so you could walk me on downnThe crooked stares, I recieved from you and your friendsnThere at the house, starin' like some elephant whonSees a mouse, pullin' on that guillotine stringnnOh, how mean and nasty you werenOh, how mean and nasty you werenOh, how mean and nasty you were