It was the checkers championship
Of the whole known galaxy.
My brother still had all his pieces,
I was down to my last three.
When he triple-jumped me I got angry
And my temperature soared
Then he said, "King me!"
So I crowned him with the board.
Sore loser.
Sore loser. Sore loser.
I'm grinning when I'm winning
'Cause I'm feeling so great,
It's just the losing that I hate.
It was the bottom of the sixth
And we were losing 2 to 1.
We had the bases loaded
When the coach said to me, "Son. . ."
I walked up like a superstar
And struck out 1-2-3.
I threw my bat, I threw my hat
And the umpire threw me!
("You're outa here!")
Sore loser. Sore loser. Sore loser.
It's easy to be breezy
When you're pulling your weight,
It's just the losing that I hate.
I know. . . win or lose,
You got to treat 'em the same, I know. . .
It only matters how you play the game,
I know. . . I made the effort. I tried my best,
I know, I know, so why am I so depressed?
'Cause you're a sore loser. I know I am.
Sore loser. I'd give anything to win.
Sore loser. Sore, sore, sore, sore loser!
Now when I win it's wonderful
How gentlemanly I can be.
I'm happy yet I'm humble
With a gracious personality.
I'm a great congratulator
You oughta see me spray champagne.
But when I lose, bad news!
I can never ever stand the pain.
Sore loser. Sore loser. Sore loser.
I'm grinning when I'm winning
'Cause I love to celebrate,
Oh the glory and euphoria are totally great,
And the cheering is endearing
But you've got to pay the freight.
It's just the losing that I hate. I hate it!