| I was born at noon time with bottle in my hand | 
| The midwife screamed and dropped me | 
| 'Cause she couldn’t understand | 
| Why a newborn would be wearing ragged clothes right from the start | 
| And instead of lettin' out a cry, let rip a stinkin' fart | 
| I headed for the front desk, on the way I kissed the nurse | 
| Stumbled out the door and hijacked what appeared to be a hearse | 
| I kicked it into gear and put the pedal to the floor | 
| At the pub I hit the brakes, the casket slid out of the door | 
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill | 
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill | 
| The kindergarten playground was a bore when I arrived | 
| But the kiddies started laughin' when I taught them out to drive | 
| The teacher came a runnin', shook her walking stick at me | 
| I crashed the gate, we all made off, I set the kiddies free | 
| Go, go, go, running down the hill | 
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill | 
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner | 
| I let everybody down | 
| And they spit into my face | 
| I’m a king without a crown | 
| Call me loser, call me boozer | 
| Call me anything you want | 
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' | 
| In the bars I used to haunt | 
| The Freak of Enniskillen was a liar and a cheat | 
| Always drinkin', up to trouble, wreakin' havoc in the street | 
| But he never bowed his head, he never held his cap in hand | 
| What it was that made him laugh so hard, we’ll never understand | 
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill | 
| Go, go, go, come and get your fill | 
| Go, go, go, rolling down the hill | 
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner | 
| I let everybody down | 
| And they spit into my face | 
| I’m a king without a crown | 
| Call me loser, call me boozer | 
| Call me anything you want | 
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' | 
| In the bars I used to haunt | 
| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner | 
| He lets everybody down | 
| When they spit into his face | 
| He’s a king without a crown | 
| Call him loser, call him boozer | 
| Call him anything you want | 
| Find him creepin', find me sleepin' | 
| In the bars he used to haunt | 
| Not a winner, I’m a sinner | 
| I let everybody down | 
| And they spit into my face | 
| I’m a king without a crown | 
| Call me loser, call me boozer | 
| Call me anything you want | 
| Find me creepin', find me sleepin' | 
| In the bars I used to haunt | 
| He’s no winner, he’s a sinner | 
| He lets everybody down | 
| When they spit into his face | 
| He’s a king without a crown | 
| Call him loser, call him boozer | 
| Call him anything you want | 
| Find him creepin', find me sleepin' | 
| In the bars he used to haunt |