(Sung to the tune of The Last Cheaters Waltz by T.G. Shepard)

My girlfriend sewed a daisy on my bellbottom jeans.

Then he showed up with his leg a garden of flowers and greens.

Why would you do that?

I guess we saw the dance around a losers faults, we're just seeing A Lost Wankers Waltz.

She tailgated for miles, waiting to pass.

I just kept driving with her on my ass.

She finally went around me then slowed down real fast, turned left, couldn't wait for her corner.

Who does that?

I guess I know.

Why ask.

But the answer would not be true or false.

It's only part of the proof of her Lost Wankers Waltz.

(Chorus)

Boo hoo hoo, they must be lonely.

Boo hoo hoo, who even cares?

Boo hoo hoo, try to avoid um.

Those things they do are signs of A Lost Wankers Waltz.

They're not a swing, more an uncomfortable chair.

They never risk a thing, but will issue a dare.

When they make a move, they get in the way, goin nowhere.

That must be part of the cost of A Lost Wankers Waltz.

Chorus, then out.