Frank Sinatra
"Here's To The Losers"

Here’s to those who love not too wisely,
No, not too 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 lonely 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.

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,
Here’s to the losers,
Here’s to the losers,
Bless them all.