here's to the losers
frank sinatra
here's to those who love not too wisely
to the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell
to the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call
here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show
to the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe
to the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall
those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
here's the last toast of the evening
here's to those who still believe
all the losers will be winners
all the givers shall receive
here's to trouble-free tomorrows
may your sorrows all be small
those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne
here's the last toast of the evening
here's to those who still believe
all the losers will be winners
all the givers shall receive
here's to trouble-free tomorrows
may your sorrows all be small