Here's to those who love not wisely,
know not wisely but too well
To the girl who sighs with envy,
when she hears those wedding bells
To the guy who'd throw a party,
if he just knew who to call
Here's to the losers
Bless them all
Here's to those who drink their dinner,
when the lady doesn't show
To the girl who'll wait for kisses,
underneath the mistletoe
To the lonely summer lovers,
when the leaves begin to fall
Here's to the losers
Bless them all
