My friends warned me you’re no good, you won’t amount to much
Never have any money, on our first date we went dutch
They said you got no prospects, a horseshoe that’s run out of luck
With a car that’s too old for a used lot, with a clutch that’s always stuck

They say you’d lose a job slinging hash
And you drink way too much sour mash
But when I’m down and out 
It’s you I always call
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all

You never went to college, barely got out of the tenth grade
My friends say the only place you’ll bring me is to an early grave
They say you’ll use me up and spit me out, guys like you they never stay
Then you’ll find another doormat, someone else to pay your way

They say you’d lose a job slinging hash
And you drink way too much sour mash
But when I’m down and out 
It’s you I always call
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all

When I feel like the night’s closing in, you make me feel like a star that can shine again
When life beats me down, you’re the one who tells me to stand my ground


They say you’d lose a job slinging hash
And you drink way too much sour mash
But when I’m down and out 
It’s you I always call
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all
Maybe you’re my kind of loser after all