Look at yourself If you had the sense of humor You would laught to beat the band Look at yourself Do you still belive in rumor That romance is simply grand? Since you took it right On the chin You have lost that bright Toothpaste grin My mental state is all a jumble I sit around and sadly mumble Fools rush in, so here I am Very glad to be unhappy Unrequited love's a bore And I've got it pretty bad But for someone you adore It's a pleasure to be sad Like a straying baby lamb With no mammy and no pappy I'm so unhappy But oh, so glad