He sits down and rolls his tongue in his mouth They get up and start rolling around He puts his arm under and they walk out And I sit and watch and write everything down Oh to lose, no to lose Short and funny, the king Oh to lose, no to lose Tendency for absence Oh to lose, no to lose Born to lose I live now as a small town lady Nights are fine when I remember they pay me We can talk but I'm not your baby Then he passes out sometime around three Oh sweet relief Oh to lose, no to lose Short and funny, the king Oh to lose, no to lose Tendency for absence Oh to lose, no to lose Born to lose We have the makers and the movers The lifeguards and the gardeners Who are killing time like beer Spilling on newspaper The old boys with the new girls The lovers with the half-price And the solos, the wolves, the men Oh to lose, no to lose Short and funny, the king Oh to lose, no to lose Tendency for absence Oh to lose, no to lose Born to lose