Sore Loser

It was the checkers championship
Of the whole known galaxy
My brother still had all his pieces
I was down to my last three
When he triple-jumped me I got angry
And my temperature soared
Then he said, "King me!"
So I crowned him with the board
Sore loser
Sore loser. Sore loser
I'm grinning when I'm winning
'Cause I'm feeling so great
It's just the losing that I hate
It was the bottom of the sixth
And we were losing 2 to 1
We had the bases loaded
When the coach said to me, "Son. . ."
I walked up like a superstar
And struck out 1-2-3
I threw my bat, I threw my hat
And the umpire threw me!
("You're outa here!")
Sore loser. Sore loser. Sore loser
It's easy to be breezy
When you're pulling your weight
It's just the losing that I hate
I know. . . win or lose
You got to treat 'em the same, I know. .
It only matters how you play the game
I know. . . I made the effort. I tried my best
I know, I know, so why am I so depressed?
'Cause you're a sore loser. I know I am
Sore loser. I'd give anything to win
Sore loser. Sore, sore, sore, sore loser!
Now when I win it's wonderful
How gentlemanly I can be
I'm happy yet I'm humble
With a gracious personality
I'm a great congratulator
You oughta see me spray champagne
But when I lose, bad news!
I can never ever stand the pain
Sore loser. Sore loser. Sore loser
I'm grinning when I'm winning
'Cause I love to celebrate
Oh the glory and euphoria are totally great
And the cheering is endearing
But you've got to pay the freight
It's just the losing that I hate. I hate it!