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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