Mimi And Richard Fariña - Hard Lovin' Loser Lyrics

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Loser Lyrics :

Hes the kind of guy puts on a motorcycle jacket

And he weigh about a hundred and five

He's the kind of surfer got a ho-daddy haircut

And you wonder how he'll ever survive

He's the kind of frogman wearing twenty pounds of counterweights

And sinking in the sea like a stone

He's the kind of soldier got no sense of direction

And they send him in the jungle alone

But when the frost's on the pumpkin and the litle girls are jumpin'

He's a hard loving son of a gun

He's got them waiting down the stairs just to sample his affairs

And they call him a spoonful of fun

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He's the kind of person going riding on a skateboard

And his mind's raging out of control

He's the kind of person goes to drive a Maserati

Puts his key inside the wrong little hole

He's the kind of ski bum tearing wild down the mountain

Hits a patch where there ain't any snow

He's the kind of cowboy got a hot trigger finger

Shoots his boot 'cause he's drawing kind of slow

But when it comes in for rolling he's an expert at bowling

Sets the pins up and lays 'em right down

He's got them taking off their heels and they like the way he feels

And they call him a carnival clown

He's got a parachute and screaming out "Geronimo!"

And makes a little hole in the ground

He's the kind of logger when the man hollers "Timber!"

Got to stop and look around for the sound

He's the kind of artist rents a groovy little attic

And discovers that he can't grow a beard

He's the human cannon ball come in for a landing

And he wonders where the net disappeared

But when he takes off his shoes man it won't come as news

He's got them lining up in threes and in twos

He's got them painting on the floor got them begging for some more

And they call him whatever they choose.

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