Too Many Losers

Lyrics: Weir, Cochran
Music: Weir, Cochran

Played by Bob Weir with Bobby And The Midnites. According to Ihor Slabicky, this had several working titles, including "F*cking With Fire" and "Stoking The Fire", with the former being vetoed by Clive Davis, the President of Arista Records.

Well I used to know just what to think
Of a girl with that "can't help it" look in her eyes
Don't you go for it, boy, it's a hook
You'd be mighty unwise
So I'm trying to tell what the hell I'm doing here
You must have me hypnotized
Yes, I must confess, girl, you've taken me
By complete surprise

Yeah, here you come all wrapped in heaven, girl
Now you want to go powder your nose
Honey, that kind of stuff just makes your head rattle
Puts your little heart on hold
Still, lost ain't the word for the way that I feel (note 1)
When I gaze into those baby greys
But you'll be gone come manana morning
Be just another grey, new day
I don't want to play

There's too many losers
Too many losers
Too many losers
Too many losers, you're stoking the fire

Now here we are up until dawn again, babe
Hard at work unmaking rules
And leading each other on again, babe
It's the common pursuit of fools
Hey, you're good at this game, very very cool
But don't play me like your other fools
I got one distinct advantage
I don't observe no rules

'Cause there's too many losers
Too many losers
Too many losers
[etc]