Lyrics:

From the wagging of the tongues
They're getting bitter
And they say, 'It's all for fun'
And then they point the finger

They say the course is run
The game is over
That puts me out of work
And they're just hungover

But when it's all said and done
I want my supper
Pour the cream into my coffee
I'm the sucker (that's the sucker)

Back when life was fun
I talked to my brother
Now he drives a pick-up truck
And I just blow my cover
But when it's all said and done
I'll make another
Pour my seventh cup of coffee
I'm the sucker (that's the sucker)

Go on ahead without me
Go on ahead without me
Go on ahead without me
Go on ahead without me