Loser’s Samba

This morning I awoke, I was feeling depressed
I lit up a smoke before I got dressed
And then something broke in my chest
I'd fix it, but I don't know how

Wow, how did I get so strung out?
There was a time I was young and hung out
Never was a party that you didn't
Find Marty on Friday night, Saturday night

And 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

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
‘Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from a package store

Oh wow, how did I get so messed up?
It seems like yesterday I was young and dressed up
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 T.V
Let Johnny Carson make a fool of me
And my friends ain't been around in a year or more
They're out 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 hit more
And when I wake up in the morning, good God, something always is sore
‘Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from a package store

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 Mr. Superhip
And now that easy money's all spent, I got a crummy job to pay the rent

And the thing that broke inside me, it ain't goin' away
I got to call the boss and say I won't be in today
I'm gonna sit at home and drink another little drink
If I drink enough I'll feel okay

Once more, I'm gonna wake up in the morning feeling sore, oh so sore
‘Cause the bag I'm in is just a package from the package store