Last train's eleven, it's now quarter past
   Why're you tryin' to make the evenin' move so fast
   I'm in real trouble but I can't go back home
   They locked the doors and I'm left out alone
  
   * You can come to my place and sleep on the couch
   Lots of people do it and we won't leave you out
   Hard times out on the Street
   Hard times, hard to beat
  
   ** The painted lies they all hand you
   I'm a loser on the road
   I'm a loser on the road, yeah
  
   Euston station and it's cold as ice
   AlI night specials, they move you on
   But me and Ginger over there
   We got this thing where we really take care
  
   * Repeat
   ** Repeat
  
   I'm a loser, I'm a loser
   I'm a loser