Hard Lovin' Loser Lyrics
Hard Lovin' Loser Lyrics song presented by Judy Collins : He's the kind of guy Puts on a motorcycle jacket And he weighs about A hundred and five He's the kind of surfer Got a ho daddy haircut And you wonder how He'll ever survive He's the kind of frogman Wearing twenty pounds Of counter weights and Sinking in the sea like a stone He's the kind of soldier Got no sense of direction And they send him In the jungle alone But when the Frost's on the pumpkin And the litle girls are jumping He's a hard loving son of a gun He's got em waiting downstairs Just to sample his affairs And they call him A spoonful of fun He's the kind of person Going riding on a skateboard And his mind's raging Out of control He's the kind of person Goes to drive a Maserati Puts his key inside The wrong little hole He's the kind of ski bum Tearing wild down the mountain Hits a patch where There ain't any snow He's the kind of cowboy Got a hot trigger fing...