Unfortunate Guy

Brendan Benson

This is the sound of the world’s smallest violin 
I’ve seen worse than the worst trouble you’ve been in 
You’re the greatest sufferer that almost never was born 
You’ve always been the object of ridicule and scorn 
You hold the title of champion stepchild 
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild 
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti 
Coz it makes even Shakespeare’s plots seem meaningless and petty 
You’ve had it rough you’ve made it very clear 
That you don’t give up you’ve persevered (no matter how severe) 
Please don’t go on you’re gonna make me cry 
You’ve got to be 
The most unfortunate guy 
Don’t go on you’re gonna make us cry 
The most unfortunate guy 
I’ve heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list 
And you lead the race for the world’s unluckiest 
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne 
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone 
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets 
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune’s chest 
You’re giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain 
You’re soakin up the sun after selling us the rainThis is the sound of the world’s smallest violin 
I’ve seen worse than the worst trouble you’ve been in 
You’re the greatest sufferer that almost never was born 
You’ve always been the object of ridicule and scorn 
You hold the title of champion stepchild 
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild 
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti 
Coz it makes even Shakespeare’s plots seem meaningless and petty 
You’ve had it rough you’ve made it very clear 
That you don’t give up you’ve persevered (no matter how severe) 
Please don’t go on you’re gonna make me cry 
You’ve got to be 
The most unfortunate guy 
Don’t go on you’re gonna make us cry 
The most unfortunate guy 
I’ve heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list 
And you lead the race for the world’s unluckiest 
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne 
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone 
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets 
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune’s chest 
You’re giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain 
You’re soakin up the sun after selling us the rain