A Loser's Night Out
Sitting in a bar till closing time,
Heck of a life for a man in his prime.
Wife sitting home worrying herself sick,
Old man sitting there thinking he’s something slick.
His life has reached a stand still,
He just wants a little excitement, ain’t no big deal.
But he’s hurting the one sitting home all alone,
It would be nice if he had enough courtesy to pick up the phone.
He’s much to into himself to ever think about her,
So he’ll just keep on drinking till his words start to slur.
She’s the best friend he has ever had,
It’s a shame to see him treat her so bad.
She won’t say a word, she just thanks the Lord he made it home alright,
She knows if she says anything it’ll only cause a fight.
He looks at her with disgust, like he’s better than her,
Then he starts popping off, like it’s her fault this night had to occur.
She says you’ve put me through hell and I can’t take anymore,
Said if it’s partying you want, then Buster let me show you the door.
She said you can pick your clothes off the sidewalk or they can haul them to the dump.
Said you ain’t coming back here, you’re nothing but a loser and a lousy old grump.
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