Why do you think they all know his name?
Everywhere that he goes he finds a loser’s game
And he plays
Even though he'll go under
Why, all of the time, is it still the same?
In thought and word
There is dread
Like lightning before thunder
Too far ahead
To try all the time to let you know
But when it strikes he can’t let go
The lousy thunder is calling out his name
The man called Blunder
His fortune and his fame