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Recently tried on foreign soil Shallow fried in dirty oil Looking like losers who've had their day, yeah They're as hard as nails And as slow as snails Bitter and twisted In distant lands From sad little mouths come the last commands There's a sign at the roadside And Losersville beckons Losersville From an early age, they were told "Don't be bad, be as good as gold," uh-huh But one by one, they found the clue Gold was something which they won't choose The undesirables scorn Loversville, uh-huh-uh Haunting this hotel The smalltown creed turn to bulldog breed when they're drunk Try some gunboat diplomacy with these boys and you're sunk The smalltown creed turned bulldog breed In Losersville Ah, they'll never have a lick of sense