Lyrics:

Last train's eleven, it's now quarter past

Why're you tryin' to make the evenin' move so fast

I'm in real trouble but I can't go back home

They locked the doors and I'm left out alone



* You can come to my place and sleep on the couch

Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out

Hard times out on the Street

Hard times, hard to beat



** The painted lies they all hand you

I'm a loser on the road

I'm a loser on the road, yeah



Euston station and it's cold as ice

AlI night specials, they move you on

But me and Ginger over there

We got this thing where we really take care



* Repeat

** Repeat



I'm a loser, I'm a loser

I'm a loser