You're the kind of person
Who attends local bridge affairs
A sad and lonely loser
Seen crying on the stairs
Well, the sad fact is
You've never won in years
And though you try to hide the pain
Your eyes are edged with tears
So it's best you give up playing
If you know what's about to happen
Yes...here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Yet another nervous breakdown
When you were a mere beginner
You were in fact treated kind
But nothing you learned ever registered
Such was your hopeless mind
And though you tried to play the game
No partners ever stayed the same
No one could stand your lack of skill
And those who did were ready to kill
So for pity's sake stop.....and look around
For here it comes again...... yes another nervous breakdown
But I sense it's not you who should take the blame
You look like a man condemned by a curse
Nothing you did ever improved your game
The changes you tried your results got worse
'Cus I remember you in bridge school
Clueless and useless.....a total fool
You clearly had a messed up mind
But the teachers there treated you kind
And around that time I came along
To try and sort out your brain
But I never made any progress
You were driving me insane
So why torture yourself and others
You're destined to be a bridge clown
And with another score well below par
Here it comes ....here it comes.....here it comes
Your umpteenth nervous breakdown
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