When I look inside my corvette
What do I see?
And I look inside my corvette,
So many different people to know
That it's bad, too bad
You've got to pick up every hatch
Two idiots running with a catch
The puppies out to make a patch

Oh no, must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match

(Well), when I look over my shoulder
What do I see?
And when I look over my shoulder,
Some older fellow I'm wanting to hate
He's so bad
So bad

You've got to pick up every hatch
Two idiots running with a catch
The puppies out to make a patch

Oh no, must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match

"And here we sing alone in a hotel room above,
Katie McGee is my real true love,
A loving chick that resembles myself,
Hates all Moody Blues songs like Genesis."

"Inside out we all sing like KISS
Rock and Roll
Kissing my lips
You laugh your laugh
and let's run very fast
And we wake up and bowl there thinking
Thinking about the stuff we used to do
and now we are here forever
We'll never win
Never win."

"Love Me"
"Somebody Love Me"

What do I see?
And when I look over my shoulder,
Some older fellow I'm wanting to hate
He's so bad
So bad

You've got to pick up every hatch
Two idiots running with a catch
The puppies out to make a patch

Oh no, must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Must be the loser of the match
Loser of the match
Please have mercy of my soul
No, No, Must be the loser of the match

You, You, Hey!
If You can't love me, you better listen please
Mama, I'm straight