Unfortunate Guy Lyrics - Brendan Benson

This is the sound of the world's smallest violin 

I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in 

You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born 

You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn 

You hold the title of champion stepchild 

Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild 

Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti 

Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty 

You've had it rough you've made it very clear 

That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe) 

Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry 

You've got to be 

The most unfortunate guy 

Don't go on you're gonna make us cry 

The most unfortunate guy 

I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list 

And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest 

You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne 

You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone 

You have our sympathy our deepest regrets 

You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest 

You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain 

You're soakin up the sun after selling us the rainThis is the sound of the world's smallest violin 

I've seen worse than the worst trouble you've been in 

You're the greatest sufferer that almost never was born 

You've always been the object of ridicule and scorn 

You hold the title of champion stepchild 

Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild 

Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti 

Coz it makes even Shakespeare's plots seem meaningless and petty 

You've had it rough you've made it very clear 

That you don't give up you've persevered (no matter how severe) 

Please don't go on you're gonna make me cry 

You've got to be 

The most unfortunate guy 

Don't go on you're gonna make us cry 

The most unfortunate guy 

I've heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list 

And you lead the race for the world's unluckiest 

You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne 

You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone 

You have our sympathy our deepest regrets 

You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest 

You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain 

You're soakin up the sun after selling us the rain