James Darren Follow

Here's to those who love not 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 girls who wait for kisses
Underneath that mistletoe.
To the lovely summer lovers
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 trouble free tomorrows,
May your sorrows all be small.

Here's to the losers.
Bless them all.