Lyrics:

(R. Wells, J. Segal) [Recorded July 31, 1963, Los Angeles] Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well 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 the losers, bless them all 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 Here's to the losers, a-bless them all Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of the rain 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 Here's to the losers, bless them all [Musical Interlude] Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of that rain 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 Here's to the losers, here's to the losers, here's to the losers Bless them all!