You tried out for the high school team  So you would have some childhood dreams  That you and your father could share  Football coach said you're too small  Don't even think of basketball  You knew you were destined to fail  Went to the track meet  Wanna be an athlete (sore loser)  Get back in your seat they said  Go to the dugout  Three strikes you struck out (sore loser)  And home runs flew over your head  Looking down on rock 'n' roll  And you dreamed of scoring goals  You're saving those dreams for your bed  Thought it was cool to be a jock  You ended up a rent-a-cop  A dozen donuts in your hand  You're a loser  A sore loser  Now it seems the tables turned  The game of life you should have learned  So try using some of your brains  All your high school friends are stars  Driving really fancy cars  The irony drives you insane