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Text: Rod Stewart. Three Time Loser.

Standin' here every night
I'm wearin' my number
But she said wear it
Touching up another fool

In a jukebox job downin' blues
In her leopard skin ankle high boots
While I'm jackin' off
Readin' Playboy on a hot afternoon

Yeah, I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
Now my friends say it's here to stay

Now listen

How dare you had a party
In a Chelsea basement
When the poor excited
Jezebel said, "Come outside"

She felt me up and kissed my face
Put her dirty hands down in my pants
She took all of my money
Left me naked by the silvery moon

I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
Now my friends say it's here to stay

Roll away, roll away, all of you women
Yeah, I don't think I need you anymore
There'll be no more doctor's bills
There'll be no more swallowing pills
And I've found a woman
That can witness that in blood out of me, yeah

I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
But now my friends say it's here to stay

I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
Now my friends say it's here to stay

I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
Now my friends say it's here to stay

I'm a three time loser
Caught it up in Monterey
Shook it up in East Virginia
Now my friends say it's here to stay

I'm a three time loser, oh yeah