Oh nice guys finish last When you are the outcast Don't pat yourself on the back You might break your spine Pressure cooker pick my brain and tell me I'm insane I'm so fucking happy I could cry Every joke can have its truth but now the joke's on you I

Ha, ha, charade you are You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry You're nearly a good laugh Mary you're nearly a treat Big man, pig man You well heeled big wheel And when your hand is on your heart Almost a joker

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) I'll cry until the candles burn down this place I'll cry until my pity party's in flames I'm laughing, I'm crying It feels like I'm dying Maybe it's a cruel joke on me Whatever,