He is such a loser He is such a fool for Playing cards with such men He don't know his luck's end But why would I be bothered Why would I be bothered When I've got a dollar When I've got a dollar And things are well now Oh How there's always the sign That something's hiding Where you don't want to look You're afraid of your mind I am such a dreamer I am such a fool for Sending my affections In all the wrong directions Why would I be bothered Why would I be bothered When I've got a dollar When I've got a dollar Things are well now Oh How there's always the sign That something's hiding Where you don't want to look You're afraid of your mind