Losers Samba

"Loser's Samba"

(M.Mull)

Verse 1: Em9

Oh wow, how did I get so strung out,

There was a time I was young and hung out

There never was a party that you didn't find Marty,

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On Friday night - Saturday night.

But now my stomach measures a mile,

It takes a bottle just to make me smile.

And my friends are saying "Jesus Christ he's such a bore,

He don't take dope or even talk about the war."

I just take a little drink another little drink,

And then I have me just another drink more.

And when I wake up in the morning =

Good God my kidneys are sore,

Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from my package store.

verse2:

Oh wow, how did I get so messed up?

It seems like yesterday I was young and hung out.

The minute that I woke up I'd go and do some coke up

I was feeling high - what a guy.

And now I watch my color tv,

Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me.

And my friends aint been around in a year or more.

They're off somewhere together making posters for the war.

And so I sit at home and drink another little drink,

and then I have me just a couple "hic" more.

And when I wake up in the morning

Good God some mornings I'm sore,

Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.

Verse 3: Oh wow how did I get so bent out

It seems like yesterday I was young and went out.

Making all my money being high and being funny-

I was on a trip - Like Mister Super Hip.

And now that easy money's all spent,

I got a crummy job just to pay the rent.

And the thing that broke inside me it aint going away.

I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today.

I'm going to sit at home and drink another little drink,

if I drink enough I'll feel Okay.

And once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning =

feeling oh oh so sore,

Cuz the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store.