Look at yourselfIf you had a sense of humorYou would laugh to beat the bandLook at yourselfDo you still believe the rumorThat romance is simply grand?
Since you took it right on the chinYou have lost that bright toothpaste grinMy mental state is all a jumbleI sit around and sadly mumble
Fools rush inSo here I amVery glad to be unhappyI can't win, but here I amMore than glad to be unhappy
Unrequited love's a boreAnd I've got it pretty badBut for someone you adoreIt's a pleasure to be sad
Like a straying baby lambWith no mammy and no pappyI'm so unhappyBut oh, so glad