Lyrics

I?m here in this hotel room and I?m half asleep I know.
I feel like a loser on some tired weak game show.
As I lie here I hear the sounds of 93 below.
And I flip on the TV as the memories start to flow.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

The conciliation prize I get for playing my best,
I get left behind, broke and tattered like the rest.
I chose the mystery prize hoping it would be the best.
But there?s no way I can win in the most disturbing test.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I guess I played the fool.
I never played to win.
Now I?m losing you?

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

So I curse Wink Martindale for having me on his show.
A years worth of Turtle Wax is all I have to show.
The best I can hope for is this lighting round I?ll know.
But there?s no way I can hit it when I get to that free throw.

Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I guess I played the fool.
I never played to win.
Now I?m losing you?