My old man used to tell me/
ever since i was a kid/
"find a better bunch of fellers/

that you can hang out with.
Those lazybones you're keeping company/
will never get to anything/son, just wait and see."


But I've grown up a kinda sucker/
in this !@#$ ol' country town/

with bullies, teachers, nuns and preachers/
trying to hunt me down/
So I found shelter with 'em fools I met around/

that felt like me a stanger in my own town.

Maybe I should have listen to the words of my good father/

and get some cool friends just like my brother's

CHORUS:

Cause all my friends are losers/
ragtag and bobtail/
but when i got in trouble they did go my bail/

all my friends are losers/
there ain't no wonder why/
if all my friends are losers so am I.


I wonder why all my best friends are goofy moody lunatics/
restless diehard dreamers travelin in their own unique mental trips/

dwelling next door to cripple I've learned to hault/
so if I'm such a loser it's not my fault/


Well, maybe I should have listened to the words of my old man/
I would have never joined this rocking band/


CHORUS:
Cause all my friends are losers/
ragtag and bobtail/

but when i got in trouble they did go my bail/
all my friends are losers/
there ain't no wonder why/

if all my friends are losers so am I.

All my friends are losers/

furious, wild and frail/
but when it's time to party/
none of them would fail/


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