Here's to those who love not too wisely, no, not wisely, but too well,
To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell,
To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call
Here's to the losers, bless them all.
Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show,
To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe,
To the lonely summer lov ers when the leaves begin to fall
Here's to the losers, bless them all.
Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of the rain;
Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne.
Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe
All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive;
Here's to troublefree tomorrows,
May your sor - rows all be small
Here's to the losers, bless them all.