Store Loser Songtext

You tried out for the high school teamSo you would have some childhood dreamsThat you and your father could shareFootball coach said you're too smallDon't even think of basketballYou knew you were destined to failWent to the track meetWanna be an athlete (sore loser)Get back in your seat they saidGo to the dugoutThree strikes you struck out (sore loser)And home runs flew over your headLooking down on rock 'n' rollAnd you dreamed of scoring goalsYou're saving those dreams for your bedThought it was cool to be a jockYou ended up a rent-a-copA dozen donuts in your handYou're a loserA sore loserNow it seems the tables turnedThe game of life you should have learnedSo try using some of your brainsAll your high school friends are starsDriving really fanc ycarsThe irony drives you insane