Look at yourself
If you had
Sense of humor
You would laugh
To beat the band
Look at yourself
Do you still believe
The rumor
That romance
Is simply grand?

Since you
Took it right
On the chin
You have lost
That bright
Toothpaste grin
My mental state
Is all a-jumble
I sit around
And sadly mumble

Fools rush in
So here I am
Very glad
To be unhappy
I can't win
But here I am
More than glad
To be unhappy

Unrequited love's
A bore
And I've got it
Pretty bad
But for someone
You adore
It's a pleasure
To be sad

Like a straying
Baby lamb
With no mammy
And no pappy
I'm so unhappy but
Oh, so glad