Well, I'm your local loser, my Mother was a whore
Father was a gambling man, but you've heard all this before
But just don't think it's all my fault, I know exactly who to blame
And if it wasn't for society, I wouldn't feel this shame
I come from the loser's universe. You'll find one close to you
There one in every city, and in other countries too
All those ragged, ragged people live their ragged, ragged lives
The ragged, ragged husbands and their ragga-muffin wives
Scrounging for a living, teasing for a score
Some of them are millionaires but all of them want more
Find useless punks in London, and idle men in Greece
Warmblankies in Pretoria who don't say 'thanks' or 'please'
You get them tsotsis in Soweto, and the unemployed in Rome
It's the international ghetto and it's the place that we call home
Well this is the loser's universe, and this is where I stand
If you're looking for a fortune, you'll end up without no friends
All those plans you made tomorrow, all those dreams died today
All those families with children you left in sorrow, all those debts you'll never pay
All those ragged, ragged people live their ragged, ragged lives
The ragged, ragged husbands and their ragga-muffin wives
Scrounging for a living, teasing for a score
Some of them are millionaires but all of them want more