Wrote this song in 1975.
Updated via SUNO in May 2026. (Same lyrics, mostly same vocal melody, same chord structure)
"I don't know why I've been brought here.
I don't know what I've been brought here for.
I ain't done so much wrong.
Don't even know why I am singing this song.
Why, why, why, why am I here?
I'm a born loser.
Never had a chance.
Something's always interfering With my well-laid plans
I'm a born loser.
Never seem to win.
Just when I think I'm getting there
I get put down again.
What am I doing in a prison cell?
If this is the big surprise you promised, you can go to hell!
My mama would die of shame.
Come on and tell me, mister, what's your game?
What am I doing in a jail cell?
It wasn't my idea.
I didn't want to end up here.
Mister, won't you tell me what it's all about?
If you let me call my mama, maybe she could sort it out.
I'm a born loser.
That's what they always say.
'You'll be a two-bit loser, son,
Until your dying day!'
I'm a born loser.
Just don't get the breaks.
Maybe someday things'll change,
But, meanwhile, my poor heart breaks.
I don't know why I've been brought here.
I don't know what I've been brought here for.
I ain't done so much wrong.
Don't even know why I am singing this song.
Why, why, why, why are we here?
Why, why, why, why am I here?"
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