Sore Loser Lyrics - Singles - Dog Eat Dog

You tried out for the high school team 

So you would have some childhood dreams 

That you and your father could share 

Football coach said you're too small 

Don't even think of basketball 

You knew you were destined to fail 

Went to the track meet 

Wanna be an athlete (sore loser) 

Get back in your seat they said 

Go to the dugout 

Three strikes you struck out (sore loser) 

And home runs flew over your head 

Looking down on rock 'n' roll 

And you dreamed of scoring goals 

You're saving those dreams for your bed 

Thought it was cool to be a jock 

You ended up a rent-a-cop 

A dozen donuts in your hand 

You're a loser 

A sore loser 

Now it seems the tables turned 

The game of life you should have learned 

So try using some of your brains 

All your high school friends are stars 

Driving really fancy cars 

The irony drives you insane