This is the sound of the worlds smallest violin
Ive seen worse than the worst trouble youve been in
Youre the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
Youve always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeares plots seem meaningless and petty
Youve had it rough youve made it very clear
That you dont give up youve persevered (no matter how severe)
Please dont go on youre gonna make me cry
Youve got to be
The most unfortunate guy
Dont go on youre gonna make us cry
The most unfortunate guy
Ive heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list
And you lead the race for the worlds unluckiest
You wear that crown of thorns and sit upon that throne
You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all alone
You have our sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortunes chest
Youre giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
Youre soakin up the sun after selling us the rain
This is the sound of the worlds smallest violin
Ive seen worse than the worst trouble youve been in
Youre the greatest sufferer that almost never was born
Youve always been the object of ridicule and scorn
You hold the title of champion stepchild
Your father died in prison and your mother ran wild
Maybe you should write a book on pieces of confetti
Coz it makes even Shakespeares plots seem meaningless and petty
Youve had it rough youve made it very clear
That you dont give up youve persevered (no matter how severe)
Please dont go on youre gonna make me cry
Youve got to be
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